, gather for the siege Encircling their foe, the raid begins Their revenge is sought through violence Smashing, killing, stabbing, pounding Iron weapons clash
Wat a liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash Wat a liiv an bambaie When the two sevens clash Marcus Garvey was inside of Spanish Town district Prison
souls To wander helplessly into the nothingness An evil force lies waiting there Alti casts her spell and closes in Bonded by death to defeat her Leave the prison
Same story, same target, different time Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the bilnd Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind Waiting for
order is for murder And we've been there before The men in black are coming back To serve the killing floor No pity no surrender We take no prisoners
ya knowin, his head start rollin His body swollen, his fuckin tongue is stolen No more groin or colon, he's just moaning and groaning Exciting, clash
the hunter, you're my prey! Watching the clash between the forces below From up in the planes we're flying Survivors are taken as prisoners of war The
(Strummer/Jones) Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine A little more every day Holding for a friend till the band do well Then the D.E.
of hate meet Gather for the siege Encircling their foe The raid begins Their revenge is sought Through violence, smashing, killing, stabbing, pounding Iron weapons clash
in a risky position - itching to hit a decision To muster up the ambition to make the proposition Desperation became my religion The same way you envision cynics finding Jesus caged in a prison
is for murder, And we've been there before, The men in black are coming back, To serve the killing floor, No pity, No surrender, We take no prisoners
Tu peux voir un K-Sos vouloir s?battre avec un oiseau Ken avec ses chaussettes un gun genre sado-maso Chier avec son blouson, a peine sorti D?retour en prison
LUCIANO Le rap c'est tout une histoire Le rap c'est mon passe, mon present incha'allah mon avenir c'est ma prison et seule la mort peut m'en faire
mystic power of the Shrine allied with the sorceries of the Crystal could generate, Angsaar channelled his fiendish presence from his darksome prison
pas. Mais ya quand meme quelque chose d'interessant dans ta reponse, tu me dis "Diam's t'envoyais du courrier lorsque t'etais en prison" et la prison
of lightning I'm givin 5000 volts of the occult while I'm writin and recitin I've come to enlighten black and white to the meaningless fightin Clash of
un linceul c'est au sommet d'la montagne re-fre qu'on s'sent le plus seul c'est pour les ptits freres que j'croise dans les couloirs d'la prison qui