world of lies With a heart made out of stone I looked deep into my eyes And I knew I was alone * I'm a son of a son I'm the son of the sun My death
the animals While I'm filling up their empty skulls And it's all you see, away from me A black flag a minor threat The subtle stink of cigarettes And it's all I
sun Been a long time comin I know change gone come Man I gotta keep it movin to the beat of my drum Last night I set the future at the feet of my son
is white you try me I'm a have to hurt you Kingston boy I rep like no other Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors The grill is cold the
lowrider) Chrome hydraulics, all-black Impala (my my lowrider, my my lowrider) [Techniec:] I see 'em tryna shine like Tech 'Cause I shine like I be grindin
: Killing us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black
beats I'm untamed, I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the
money I'm a stunt (when I want to) I'm a stunt (when I have to) I'm a stunt (what I need to) I'm a stunt (when I see you) I'm a stunt (when I see you)
I need to) I'm a stunt (when I see you) I'm a stunt (when I see) I'm a stunt (when I see) Evertime I see you I'm a stunt (When I see you) [Verse 3: Bow
see things change i've been changing everything it's peaceful the pitch black when the last light on goes out i'm stranded in my bed so i think about
union tracks One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back (Chorus) I saved up my money and I put it all away I went to see her daddy
bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on
that can't bonely manifest the Buddha blessed Freshly dressed rollin in the clubs for success I'm not dressed in materialistic games to get the sex The five six I'm
Oink to the pen, you know homes the one that's where the attitudes apply and where the punks'll be dined Made a comb to a shank, I'm gonna stick ya Wet