Letras:
Action Action This Years Fashion

Don't cut your fabric to this years fashion Head trip on the scene again, pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed. Head back, obsolete...trapped

flows iglasa [*sounds of fighting*] [Verse Three: Inspectah Deck] Ha ha ha ha, yo What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous Hit you close range with this

Freedom is that cold road seldom traveled by the multitude We need to dig through this gravel so we can cultivate this food Motivate a few of you fools

? Out of luck, out of time Out of hopelessness And sleepless nights ahead Not asking for this strange situation Not asking for this trite vaccination Not asking for this

Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling I paint this picture on the back of my mind, But it's fading

, and I think I'm starting to scare myself And I think, and I think I'm starting to scare myself Go slow for the angels will fall For the bitterness of this

Fill the blank spots in With childish gibberish What seems to be the difference As we only will digress And I need you more today Let's talk about the

Pretty darling stop running down my street The tears are dropping like a nuclear meltdown I never meant to let it come to this Can we blame it on timing

We are simple, simple creatures I remember my most zen moment It was when you found me dead Next to you I laid I remember a happy moment With the paint