Hate and war (I hate Englishman) Hate and war (They're just bad as wops) Hate and war (I hate all the politeness) Hate and war (I hate all the cops) Hate and
but I'm a terrorist nigga And Imma terrorize ya ass till gone for miles pana What, bitch ass nigga I jeopardize this rap shit and blast ya ass to prove a
This is love and not treason This is love and not treason This is love and not treason This is love and not treason (This is love and not treason)
in a physical form Like I'm born to be crucified and mother was born to cry Taught bitches born to live long and bastards are born to die And God and
in the book I take a look and skip the knowledge, put it on my knees brook For you, it'll water the longer we stand in fire When the grace and the peace and
he's lost And on the battlefield it ends War and anger shall reign The clash of iron can be heard By blindness you're driven insane I'm lost in anguish and
never step backwards There's only Triumph or Death Gods of War are always on our side And Metal keep us alive Never give in, never surrender Our Unity and Hate
Eden And heal me tonight I don't know what I play In a game of deliverance To the sword of a modern crusade Cultures clashed - clashed Some were trashed - trashed A
, my people just stay alive Thug life never die Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear drop and use teeth To bite off beer tops and pour out a lil' liquor
Look, a red a phone booth and a double-decker bus I love England, so let's both ignore The Boston Tea Party or that silly East Coast war Oxford, London and
. Look, a red a phone booth and a double-decker bus. I love you England, so let's both ignore The Boston Tea Party, and that silly East Coast war. Oxford
a red a phone booth and a double-decker bus I love you England, so let's both ignore The Boston Tea Party, and that silly East Coast war Oxford, London, and
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall Gods of war feel the power of my sword The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall Gods of war
me a home please with a light in the window and a red front door and a picket fence and a fire place and a sturdy frame and we can sit I'll tell you
men with a deafening shriek and weapons raised in malicious hate Onwards onto the battlefield to welcome death and embrace the sufferings of war With a
the wounded cry We have to meet the end of dawning And we must walk through deepest night Decades have gone since the last clash We've hurt the world with a
c k esses And stuck em in a lexus Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar,
have come to life Now they exalt the fiend, shotgun Your nightmare's not a dream They'll choke you and your screams A clashing comes, the haunting presence
