Vārdi:
Fighting Instinct The Call

Call it education It was somewhere in between You gave me some sound advice But I wasn't listening After we had capsized I could tell you how you thought

my hands full. Between writing my rhymes and my fights with the Man-Wolf. I'm building a better mousetrap and plus a wider fence. 'Cause I trust my instincts

all products of a manufactured generation Controlled through television, by sex and violence Resist We accept the obscene as average Twisting all that our instincts are fighting

the vicious circle Of instinct fear bred from their parents' minds The Lord God said, "Love thy neighbour Break the circle, free the hater, call him a friend Call him a friend, call

Da Night" An eye for an eye, a life for his wife Dissected, I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct

, the red green and whites Hangin' out the window when she first seen him fight she was so turned On that she had to shower twice how ironic it would, be some fight

a muthafucker down, You on my ground So you got another round/ All of the sudden I heard a crash, my first instincts was to blast But the Mossberg

...I could've sworn that I did when I left / My breath gets heavy with every lie and theft / I looked right and left...then I called people at my home

the red green and whites Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight She was so turned on that she had to shower twice How ironic it would, be some fight