let's burn this down Let's burn this down let's burn it down Oooohhhh let's burn it down Just burn it down now burn it down Burn, burn, burn, burn!!!!!!!!!!
days, as we pray for new beginnings make a mends for the past and find new ways to make decisions, to the Muslims, Jews and Christians burn the borders
: [Talking] Immortal Technique Revolutionary Volume 2 Yeah, broadcasting live from Harlem, New York Let the truth be known.. [Verse 1] You better watch
tell you, are you learning anything new on this internet, but now youve got something that you can come listen to, give em the real on these politics,
the gradual Declining in a lifetime or lose the battle Get burned by volcanoes, get blown by tornadoes Cause mother nature signals, is trying to warn NATO We got a new
to burn than paper-mache Started with Dre, graduate to radio play I still ain't satisfied, bout to blast off worldwide Get in line check the politics
been on the gradual Declinin' in a lifetime or lose the battle Get burned by volcanoes, get blown by tornadoes 'Cause mother nature signals is tryna warn NATO We got a new
burn MC's like Coca-Cola through the paint on your whip Shit! My rhymes is like a magnifyin glass When I shine my light through it, I burn up everything
hungry, since "Supreme Clientele" Remember what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New
I'm purple like Grimace Burn spinach cause it keep up flows, Shawn's a menace Even Barack watch "The Wire," the streets is political Watch how the '89
since "Supreme Clientele" Remember what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand
do work Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me I smooth grip, and hit up the spot Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block
us? the OG rollers New York city's coldest Sour diesel, weed aromas, numb of casualties of soldiers My position, remains the same while niggas change and switching Politics
Burn so crooked (Crooked) The poet likes to spit (Spit) Kareem, that's my dog Life behind the walls Nigga, life behind the walls Yeah, welcome to Oz,
I utter ("Bring it back, that old New York rap Bring it bring it back, that old New York rap") - repeat 2X Verse Three: That old New York flow means
I'm a little concerned, for I've recently learned of the swastika tattoo on your head. And it makes you smile when you hear "Zieg-Heil", you love the smell of a burning
and swell Real punks everywhere hope you burn in hell So this song is for you Timmy you were true blue You could see where it was going, you already new
Yeah, this that brand new rebel I.N.S Back on the set, this shit is off the dial Shaolin style, better hold on to something Yo, S.I.N.Y. and what, hit
