someday Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild And teachers disliked me, 'cause I knew where my culture be So now yeah mom I read history,
fist Pump your fist, pump your fist Pump your fist, pump your fist Pump your fist, pump your fist Can you feel it, tension in the air? Racism, violence
the majesty... Think of the power we could hold! I want the world to see Where my research has led. Electricity's the key To reanimate the dead! I could
won't live in peace for sure And history is based on "war and hate" The human race has a violent nature That's why we relate We are the violence Which
Humanity won't live in peace for sure And history is based on "war and hate" The human race has a violent nature That's why we relate We are the violence
to life man has become my enemy 'Cuz I'm living in his time of inconvenience At an inconvenient time I've turned my cheek as my history fades While
When I sit back Thank to myself How mothafuckin fucked up The World has become It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days
love for her destroyed their world, their world A man meets a woman And a woman meets a man, you see It's a story as old as history As old as history
disintegrates, the body disintegrates; Vengeance rising on the enemies of antichrist ... Behold, mighty Gog has fallen ... Mighty Gog has fallen ... mighty Gog has
Your kind of violence is so hard to learn Just a slap in the face no fireworks Fake it fake it for everybody else Come on don't keep it all for yourself
's creation fades Lost the innocent age Broken the human image Formed illusion is destroyed Expanding time has spread Exploding scale of conquered theft Bloodstained our history
, Female-up, position banzai. Two thousand years of male society, Violence-controlled land of the rising sun. History shows that they're good for nothing, Time has
we perfect We had a history of violence We had a history of violence We had a history of violence We had a history of violence We had a history What happened to our History
Kitty came back home from on the island But kitty came on home without a name She and me's a history for violence So I long, I burn to touch her just
with initials (IRA, UVA, UVA, IRA, ILA, IUC) There's so many sides involved And no one thinks it can be solved Avoidance of the history of suppression
graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death. Your arrogance has
steel, How can they plot destruction, pain? Is it the only way thatthey can feel, By killing again and again? Is it some part of themselves that has
and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule? How is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained so much power? What perversion has taken place