out (breathe out) Do the chickenhead go on let it out Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe in
peace. Dice game is illegal who gives a fuck we on our Knees in the streets mu'fucker Day late, go on and get your three we only shootin notes nigga seven on
the knee splits and blood red squirts There's no brawling with the strategy of energy Your cavity splatered your falling Now gravity's your enemy Shooting a bullet through your
And the secret is crimson Can you be quiet when my hands are heat And the riptide rises? Can you be blind and a beggar on your knees? And live on our
stealing thunder for religious causes I will bring you all down to your knees And fuck you over Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on
know what I am? I am hate. I put the scars on your back, I put you in the oven, I dropped the bomb on your country and I put those words on your tongue
you wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't bend You're not a lady dear, you're a square and a queer Berrettes in your hair, bamboo in your ear Running
'm your nephew too it's true, oh, hear me, Mr. Boss I'm your nephew, yes it's true, oh, can't you hear me Uncle Sam Can I sit upon your bended knee just
the tracks I hear the devils in my head Nobody's on your side, forgotten how to scream Sometimes your eyes are blind, sometimes you're in my dreams Nobody's on your
you're face is white, your neck is brown put more on you fucking clown give him a hug, shits on your sleeve his quickies done, you're asked to leave draw on your
truth awaits you there Crawling on their hands and knees dark is their endless journey so deep the cave of bats but they will go on and on THEY ARE
CHORUS: I'm your nephew, yes it's true oh can't you hear me Uncle Sam Can I sit upon your bended knee just like the other man? Didn't I die in Vietnam
the tracks, I hear the devils in my head. Nobody's on your side, forgotten how to scream, Sometimes your eyes are blind, sometimes you're in my dreams. Nobody's on your
on the hit out, ay yo Iron bite my shit out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be Get on your knees and bless
their blinded mains I am not the hand of god... I am the thorn Territorial thieves Ever stealing thunder for religious causes I will bring you all down to your knees
kidney supposed to be reverse your parts I put your lips below your waist give your mouth a shitty taste and glue your asshole to your face I rise above
and brought bigger enemies to their knees So please, please, please Get gone with the breeze or gone with the wind, whichever one comes in You remind me of the Wizard
Uhh, Uhh, yea, yea, ha Come on, Come on, Come on Ha What, yea Diggin In The Crates ya' Come on, Come on, Come on Uhh, yea Lord Finesse ya' Check it,