free Force them to give up the slaughter And then you will finally see The end of the war People who protest on our side, they think that all war is
at Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns Just a microphone, metaphors, words and puns Sentences and phrases, no clubs or razors No mercy for a sucker that wages War
It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on what the fuck you sick I'll be right back wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era your
wings But you're the choosen to lose or to win Chasing a dragon Thats the war of your life Eye of the eagle That cuts like a knife Sharp like a razor
at night when the music stops Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk
dedicated stay true Illegal life We hate the law, escalated war with jake, raise the crime rate Criminal minds regulate the tri-state The legacy it never end
slain Death in the air cleansed our breath Total war brings total death [Lead; KK Kranium] On our stallions of black we march for war To kill the last
Declaring destruction of god Destruction and war Hhe lurks the travellers to their death He put a nail in your coffin Forever and ever till the end of
, leave y'all dented Forget what ya heard, if I said it, I meant it Did it for real, while y'all pretended Back for more, startin' the war to end it
wanna feel guilty But you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me You'll get smacked behind the hill with my phone on my pager It's beepin' while I cut you with my razor
Is this shit real? Or is a nigga dreamin'? When I fall asleep I find myself fightin a demon So! Heres a little story how it goes Razor blade and mirror
we simply close them and let sleep seep in? When your bitter end arrived you could've at least chicken-scratched some cliched note: "on the razor's edge", "at the end
The Music Stops [Proof:] Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors Ya'll don't want war, you want talk In the
The fact that we're alive Not much that one can do To right all the wrongs All we can offer is That humble song Here come the winds of war The sport
out theres more to ya life than underground rap What you waste all ya time and you wanna run it back All on the message board runnin ya yap At the end
sorry for the nations of 1984 And it cuts you like a razor 'Cause you've seen it all before You've seen it all before You've seen one war after another
beware we will engage The Forces Of Rage Starbirds are gliding on winds of decay merciless hunting the pray Infernal machine the hatchet of war sharp as a razor
Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh I've got this gun, to your head I've got blood, on these hands I'll be your eternal, never ending I'll be the end of your beginning I'm the battle to your every war
