we realised that we'll never never fight it at all - no more Politicians, seid ihr seid ihr weise, seid so auf eure strange Art und Weise weise If we
are] [History tells us that you are] And all you need is just one more excuse You put up one hell of a fight, you put up one hell of a fight I wanna
to die over postcode in this time of anarchy life tends to end in tragedy i identified my tatto i had in jeek into human body turn into art gallery and
: You've never been in a fight but you will be tonight If you're hip to the groove you will see You know the end is nigh, you've got to hang 'em high
: [Intro:] Ah huh huh, oy! Ay yi yi yi yi yi, ah huh [Verse 1:] Art is livin life, waan diss I Wayne nuh weh dem feel like Tell dem stop dreamin this
It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and
is a predicted disgust. A bootstrap appeal to the light of the T.V. Rock n Roll shit, predicted hits, repeat and justify. Token tantrums fight the good fight
: -Intro- oh whoa......oh whoa...... oh whoa......oh whoa...... oh whoa......oh whoa...... Everybody was kung-fu fighting those kicks were
never too late for that lovin my sexy babe I used to cry but now I have to laugh because she?s got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and
: [Chorus:] Cause everybody is Kung Fu Fighting Your mind becomes fast as lightning Although the future is a little bit frightening It's the book of
away I don't got no time to throw away [Chorus] Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me To the day I die (we fight and we struggle
Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spittin' out the window Jump up! It aint no need to fight We may
the Hall [Spirit of the Art] Who comes in the Hall of Olden Dreams? [The Traveller] I listen to a voice in my head [Spirit of the Art] Speak! And then
means responsibility So you chicken out and threaten me Saying, "Love it or leave it" I'll get beat up if I criticize it You say you'll fight to the
the way to escape the past mistakes A shortcut destination nowhere But what is left of the road that he liked to call destiny Writing his own works of art
retarded It feels like yesterday Or just some minutes ago Their fake world Is running far too slow A desperate scream Against the regime A hopeless fight
For I have given thee the life you know The weaker I become thou art the stronger And in your antique words your clear intent Was that once thou art
