down on me. I've seen the war in size, move out of it's range. Now, up here alone, and safety your sit. A dark cloud of apathy, suck it up, and deal
Quick look around, you can't hide you just might die right where you are Audio X, we gonna your blow your head up Synthetic flows, they gonna make you get up
havoc I wreak My evil is good, this I believe Daughters of the kaos making history Always give shelter to a man in need In the face of kaos I give up
before I came to rule this place I was king of an island I only needed someone else to rule Now my mind is an island Stocking up on all the guns I can
guns and give it to da sufferer Sufferer go get di gun and shoot anotha sufferer Who full up di prison yuh nuh see a pure sufferer Who full up a dozen
way as protests echo from the streets. (The blood is thicker from the streets) His hired guns and sheets of armor gives them shelter through the heat
the house, aiyyo word up Aiyyo Ty yo Ty c'mere Son What up Boo? Can I buy you a drink or sumpin' Boo?) What up what up? Where Twins and them at yo? (
The motherfuckin' party's over, tell the rest of the crew Get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up Son get that nappy up Queens get that nappy up Yo get that nappy up
us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a Cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
beat, uh Who brings guns into the USA? And then makes sure that they come around the way Gain the points until the whole race traps And teach up my woman that she should call up
up under my coat Apocalypse now, apocalypse now, apocalypse now Apocalypse now, apocalypse now, apocalypse now Cruise missiles are soarin' Helicopters are whirlin' Crusty cops are firin' Bomb shelters
The Outlaw gotta be found, She's signing the order, giving me my own License To Kill CHORUS Johnny got the big guns, Dressed up in a uniform GOD
leaving soon When fools call up asking for the promo department I'll connect you with the living room [hey, hold on] Live it up, pour a brew, pull up
of children to have such a choice To grow up to be dreamers or builders of guns Born to be angels, born to rejoice Not to grow up to the sound of the
All our lives growing up, we are taught to respect the laws of life: Honor they mother and father. Listen politely when others talk. Be prompt. Never
-called co-existence? What's wrong with politicians? They give their best for you The economic's growin' Some tiny holes above A little radiation Wake up
money? Do you believe in guns? Do you trust the press, babe? You'd better judge yourself. The missiles are launching, the tanks are rollin' The guns
