s gather up the peeps, hundred deep Ta to, tell em we can take it to the streets What ya want Ya counterfeit, ford bootleg MC's Whose the best let's
eat Que que, let's gather up the peeps, hundred deep Ta to, tell em we can take it to the streets What ya want Ya counterfeit, ford bootleg MC's Whose
bodies dropping Its gotta stop I want to help But still I'm stepping Keeping my weapon Must protect myself The promise of a better tomorrow ain
told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me Now it's true I got love for you only to a certain exstend ni**as ain't worth s**t Cops
who the team is I love that i breath with Swizz and Bone, nigga that's who we is Whatever the purpose it's Full Surface what chu call architects to hard
fabric Investing more in the movement Facing east Skin 'em alive Scar tissued shadows Grease factories for weapons Black Metal is the devil's fuel Ram
is on So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth But it's all, but it's all used up Break open your million dollar weapon And you push , still
s your future, it?s your choice And your weapon is your voice Let?s make a new tomorrow, today Come on boys Let?s make a new tomorrow Come on boys,
: One voice, one power, the people's will arose, Slew the tyrant and burned his castles, brought down A supreme blooded pestilence once more Under the
be together 'Cause once we rock, we won't want to stop Not today or tomorrow. Not today or tomorrow, oh no Because once we rock, we won't want to stop Not today or tomorrow
] "What we need to be thinkin' about is the future! We don't know what's in store tomorrow! All we can do is just guess! We want the best for tomorrow
: He came from the east with weapons full of blood from newborn children Now he's here in your town to kill you, die at once Until today you've lived
the mind of another All is fine, that's how mi fi shine Nuh fear the grim reapa, cause a jah mi keepa No weapon that's formed against me shall prosper
that's the way that growing up's going supposed to be But you can make it through, you gotta believe You are your own secret weapon It's all up to you
I am the fucking weapon, attacker of their ideology Intoxicate with rationality, these apocalyptic predators must die Cos I am the fucking weapon, I'm
prove I'm crazy by noon I'll be pushin' up them daises Tomorrow, with their Donut ox they'll say "Its sad she's Brown Bread." Hey, I got my weapons- music
get caught off guard don't hold it against me unless it gets hard (oh...oi...oo...oop!.............aaawhhha.....yea. ...aaawhhha..that's right...) --verse 2-- Well if sex is a weapon
hatred makes a play on me tomorrow And forgiveness takes a back seat to revenge There's a hurt down deep that has not been corrected. There's a voice
