We rise to fight. as one we stand tonight. this is, this is our scene. it's what we breathe, it's our reality. you'll never understand the way that we
We rise to fight, as one we stand tonight! This is, this is our scene! it's what we breath, It's our reality, you'll never understand the way that we
, hate what they can't conquer Guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world Never fallin', I'm as real as they come from day one
The spiked red hair and the, and the paint in his face Whoa, hold on, man, Tech is losin' it, man He's not as grounded as he used to be Tech was a devil
, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52 Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52 I don't think so A man stands behind his shadow A man stands
, we'll kill you I'm ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines Take it to the streets, nigga, mothafucker punch line It only take one time for you to send a death threat
GET HIM" i grabbed one, lit him on fire pinned him and bit him the next one, gave me his shoes like the didnt fit him one by one i just kept droppin
forever 'cause when one lone phone rang in two thousand and one at ten after nine on nine one one which is the number we all called when that lone
Under the threat of patriotic brute So use your rage It is a weapon we all must engage Let trumpets sound our call Or by their lives we will fall Gnash
m the truth" "We been adored for keepin' it raw" [Verse 1-Vinnie Paz] Yeah, yeah, I'm a terrorist threat, burn in Hell where the devil is kept How can we
kicks the subterric poetry on this plain of obscurity One element, top lyricist Intellectin' with, d-u-b squad of imperialist With an innevator as the dictator So we
, your state of bein and attitude Petuitary shrinks, accepts it when I bite then flatten your head Richencypholic surgeon of my cosmorama, astrophysical Invades one, individual stands And uses cosmic radiation as
say thanks for the privilege? Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for living?
him crucified Jewelry on, fresh dressed Model broads, excess Phone calls, death threats Tell me what's the next step What's what? Whos who? Paranoid as
right. So we want to sing this song tonight about the one last... You see what they did was there was one man, he was one of these men, his name will
far beyond as feeble speaks of dust we boldly linger on and on our souls will burn with flames so high and vanquished we will be for we are merely strangers
we still stand divided. More and more we're turning against our own, How come? How have we forgot? That this is the one thing they want us to do, To
