young men in makeshift uniforms peer into the misty light....and figures dart behind the trees as a snap of rifle rounds echoes out across the fields....
the cotton fields, picking for cotton D The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten A With ecstasy. F#m Im child-like terror I tore out the tap roots
ain't no more reppins Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that Meet the real, we lock the real, me lock the steel Pop off, pull out, drop them bills
Move out to the land of the burning sun Where many nations stand as one Push on through the cold and the icy seas The smell of earth it follows me In
re marching through the night Metal Soldiers Clenching fists of metal might Out on the road, the battle has begun And we plan our strategy Cross fields
The clouds were gathering, the sun moved out of sight. Then came the rain. Outside the city line Into the darkened night He came to claim Into another
s Take the shit back, faggot, we hate that Meet the real, we lock the real, me/him lock the steel Pop off, pull out, drop them bills I run with all real
cover my tracks I push paper to increase my shine I'm on my chief, jumpin out the wagon like Tyco And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo' Bossed out
the Masons came to Revelations Babylon destroyed by the nations aggravations Riots in the train stations, criminals grabbin cops Snakes rattlin, angels draggin Seven head dragons out
startin fuckin riots (REMIX) Yo, Yo O.N.Y.X. Got niggas whylin throwin guns in the projects Got niggas in jail sharpening up they objects Got niggas in clubs startin fuckin riots
Canzoni</a> Aiyo, I zone out feelin' like I'm in Capone's house starin' at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out Ki's on the table, black
blast.. Feel the funk blast.. FEEL THE THE FUNK BLAST!! FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!! A-FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo,
In a field of lies and broken homes Fallen angels cry to get back home When they lie along the city roads A coat of steel won't save them from the unknown
better slow down We drove into happy valley seeking peace and love With a lone helicopter hanging up above We didn't realise until we hit the field There were four hundred cozzers holding riot
I granted my neighborhood immunity During the Rodney King riots when niggas burnt down and looted they're communities Instead I pulled bricks from the
concrete jungle Ex-out the weak order out of wild streets They keep order by making street corners gang borders Beating down king and setting the theme for riot