Intro[ top|next]
The phenomena you are about to witness could well revolutionize your way of thinking . We are presenting startling facts and evidence that take  up where other explanations evolved. Some of these revelations may very well go against things you have been taught or perhaps believed all your life. Prepare yourself for the evidence which will follow

Bloodclot[ top|prev.| next]
Hey Ho,
Hey Ho,
Hey Ho,
Hey...

Well I'm a crazy upsetter,
Driving me insane.
Yea I'm a street wise professor,
Who am I to blame?
Now if you listen to the record,
Do you feel the same?
Well it don't get any better,
Going backwards again.

Who show your best white stitches and the knuckles
_ about me I feel sorry I work here
Never been like them with this society
_ protects me from the penality

Now my guns are blazin'
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazin'
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Hey Ho,
Hey Ho.

Well I'm a bad motherfucker - Driving me insane
So don't you even bother - Who am I to blame
Cause when I listen to the record - Do you feel the same
And it don't get any better - Going backwards again
_ better of hope
Well I kick my way in,
It seems to piss you all off.
Well I try to shut the gates
The walls are fading.
I climb from the depths of hell I'm escaping

Now my guns are blazing,
Bloodclot I can see 360,
Now my guns are blazing
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Hey Ho,
Hey Go.

Now my guns are blazing
Bloodclot I can see 360
Now my guns are blazing
Pick it back up and start it all over again

Bloodclot oh yeah...
Well I can see 360.
I can see all around me oh yeah.
Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Hey Ho
Well I can see 360
Hey Ho, Hey Ho

Hoover Street   [top| prev.|next]
She is a Salvador immigrant,
Head through a thin wall.
A frail hooker,
Holding a _
Gleaming sky scraper,
Bunker he looked down.
Laugh hysterically,
And then he spread around.
On Hoover Street, then he must be alone
The precious little,
(the) kid cashed the hoes.
Of a _ girl,
She kind of made you spill.
Her brother Mario,
Got shot 4 times in da head.
Now see poor Mario,
he caught a hot one,
through the lung.
Now he's done so god bless him.
And the cocaine,
Moves through their system,
Like a river forever wandering

To the last party of the under/loner class.
(distance) just a bunch of kids,
Who don't wanna finish last.
Now see the market place,
Has changed the weight of the scale.
You either get out and die,
Or go to jail.
And your best intentions,
Splinter and fail.
And a few weeks of promises,
And intentions fail.

It's a glass-pipe murder.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
Oh Yeah.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
It's a glass-pipe murder.
OOHH YYEEAAHH!

They kick a bottle of beer and a letter,
Simple things made Mario feel better.
You see it falls on you,
And it falls on me,
Self-annihilation, catastrophe.
Two packs of cigarettes for $2.70,
And a bottle of wine that's been opened.
And he said, why do I do this.
A shiver through his body,
Like a bottle of CC
Not encouraging reality or me.br>

He said it's who I am being back to it.
Off the deep end the record changed.
You see, no one stood up,
And cheered for him.
Everyone sat down,
With something that happened.
Began, to happen.
It's an old school dorm mystery,
And the handcuffs bleed...

It's a glass-pipe murder.(x2)
Oh Yeah.
It's a glass-pipe murder.(x2)
OOHH YYEEAAHH!

Who was the killer.... it's in the...
Oh Yeah...

Black Lung [ top| prev.|next]
Sign a petition under working condition
Union is in bed alligned with the call of berettas
Carry our freedom
Lookin for something
To give your family a better life for every single day

Some things keep me goin
I got no one to blame
5 oŽclock is coming
Do ya feel the same
When a lonely whistle calls out your name

What a man likes to see
When they come after mine
No prettyness for the mighty black lung
Reconfirm workers
Reconfirm us
Take off the gloves and sock it to em

Some things keep me goin
I've got no one to blame
5 oŽclock is comin
Do you feel the same
When a lonely whistle calls out your name

Hey i'm a leavin
Black lung feaver
Transmit receiver
Backed up to see her
I dont' like ya eiteher
Your president for the black lung feavor

Some things keep me goin
Ive got no one to blame
5 oŽclock is coming
Do ya feel the same
When a lonely whistle calls out your name

Life Won't Wait   [top| prev.|next]
Jesus ??? disciples wage a final war
Religious and prestigious keep the quest for the holy grail
The eye atop the pyramid is open and awake
The Pagans hold the rituals and the fire won't begin to say:

Division is the new world order.(x3)
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

The force of war, dynamite blast
Rides on the weak and the poor
Don't want to see my brother in pain when the man fights big man's wars
Don't know nothin bout no red, white, and blue
_
Too many win, nobody lose
_ choose

Division is the new world order.(x3)
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

The conscience of the public can not be put to sleep
The conglomerate of the nations has no bounds in which they seek
Was it the Mob tellin' the CIA to install this state of fear
How many of us wish that we were up to Kennedy's ear to say:

Division is the new world order.(x3)
Come along and tell your sister and your brother.

See them try to rule the world
We don't know why
Why they want to rule the world
_
The guns of mass destruction, them fighting about
Buying the world is only so much money
Here they come in _
World wide hunger _ fear
Gangster treaties who keep us in fear
How much more can _
Need no more division
Need no more _ I will keep on fighting to keep what's mine
We the people speaking our mind
And once more, would you say it for me now?

Dynamite blast with the force of war
Government rides on the weak and poor
Don't want to see my brother in pain no more
When the little man fights all the big man's war

_ victimize
_ clever disguise
_ our people must rise
Decide your fate
Life won't wait
Life won't wait!!!

New Dress [ top|prev.| next]
Yeah

_ people _
The methods of the _ are dastardly
Try to cleanse the hands of the murdering
But the appendage of guilt is lingering
Shadows of soldier lay nearby
The dead ones finally reach a compromise
Destruction of war lies in Bosnia
The destruction of war lies in Bosnia

Warsaw  [ top|prev.| next]
(That's the decision of the anarchist...it is also a boy's dream)

True to ourself, glad we did it
beat him down with a baseball bat
police retreated the riot scenes in fear of a baseball bat

working class intellectuals, disillusion you for sure
broken dreams in warsaw, where all the dreams fall down

American baseball bat!
Demolish the discoteque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
till he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!

September 13, '91, who remembers a loaded gun?
Who remembers the first morning of martial law?
Hey, you should bring that Louisville
Yeah man, I'll know where
Yeah man _ army, hardship in Warsaw

American baseball bat!
Demolish the discoteque!
And how many blows to his forearm and neck
till he lay in the schoolyard, bludgeoned to death!

Hey! All alone, bludgeoned to death!

Hooligans [ top|prev.| next]
Rancid!?

Yeah!
Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll!
It's about fightin' toe to toe...
Hard times come,
Yeah the hard times go.
When I say, come on, come on.

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure,
Scars been stricken on their face.
Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.

One man's decision,
Brings anothers opposition,
Completely unbound.
Down on the flats,
Where the seaside meets,
My lonely young town
Well all the rudies and skins,
Well they're out on the streets,
Making the way on the dole,
Between the bottles and sex,
They smash and they wreck,
For something to live.

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.
Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.

Sometimes you know there's no place to go,
But to a long life of crime.
Yeah but its so wrong to steal,
Someone's very last meal
To profit up a dime.
Your poe poes and greys,
Sell they end up in jail,
Gonna swing the cowboys.
Well you took a bite,
Outta the apple of decision,
That got ya there boy.

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.
Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.

Hooligans and rudeboys,
I don't want no racial hatred.

"Black and white, who are portrayed without bias.
These are the people whose voice I want to be..."

I said the hooligans!
Rancid.
Rudeboys!
Rancid.
Hooligans!
Rancid.
Rudeboys!
Rancid.

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.
Well all the hooligans and rudeboys know one thing for sure,
scars been stricken on their face.

ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh...

Crane Fist [ top|prev.| next]
(Within the same school. The idea was that we'd later combine both styles, unify the techniques.But still, we were too young. Too full of ignorant pride ???)

Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
Oh they rise a lot of evil

Open the jails and set the men free
Well the devils and witches are looming on me
And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery
A decision of dissention into insanity

Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
Oh they rise a lot of evil

Humility will hold you and never let you go
To all my friends well, much gratitude
And to all the wicked, I've got my eyes on you
And everyone stands in confusion

Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
Oh they rise a lot of evil

(To do the job, you've got to prepare yourself to die)

Put 'em up, put 'em in, run 'em out, run quicker
_
Quicker than any motherfucker that I know
Rack 'em up and stomp 'em wherever he'll go
Rancid pack, I'm a blast it
Blasted lyrics of elastic
With a 12 gauge double barrel lyric gun
_
(Go... go ... go)
_
Proclamation to the nihilist
Down to the propagandist
Take me off of that fucking list
Well the devils and witches are looming on me
And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery
A decision of dissention into insanity

Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
Oh they rise a lot of evil
(Go... go... go...)
Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
What you got you can't keep here
Oh no!!
Some people live illegal
Oh they rise a lot of evil

Leichester Square  [top| prev.| next]
I got some hard times
Some punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
to get to Leicester Square

A hard line
Someone you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere

Michael's on his way to pay back syndication
A fist _ and his backstreet education
the 8-ball stops him low
Demonstrations show
It's crystal clear it ain't so great
for those who become broken in here yeah

I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

The clockers(?) that could swamp us now,
the prime objective: Fear
To rob us for some different _ places no one near
The tension begins to grow_ so
He _ yeah

I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

Yeah!!
Ah no no!!
Ah no!!
Ah no no no no!!

I got some hard times
Some punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to Leicester Square

A hard line
Someone you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere

Mike gets whipped,
his boy-face slapped around a cheap cigar
His gang could sing cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar
He act so _ stall
He makes his point then jumps in joint
to the backseat with a bottle of beer

I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

Yeah!!
Ah no no!!
Ah no!!
Ah no no no no

I got some hard times
Some punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to Leicester Square

A hard line
Someone you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere

Yeah!!

You see I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

Backslide [ top|prev.| next]
Like sand, just take your dreams away
Running on the ground
At the end of the day it's your life, your loss
If you can't turn the clock around
I said what I got you can have _
You better not miss a shot
You're letting yourself get into all kinds of danger
Soon enough you're gonna get caught

They had a feeling
Was like you had to prove you're one in a million
And I'm talking bout junkies been dealing
This time the drugs are you
And they'll come through
It ain't gonna stop 'til they get what they want
And I say

Nobody knows me, I'm all alone
Ah yayayayay I gotta go
It's a Hollywood bus stop and the party's over
Ah yayayayay I gotta go

John _ his homeboy down so he waited for a ride
Then waited to come by at the Hollywood's concert backslide
With affordable odds and a sunroof, nestled among the filth
Frequencies and bad intentions, gotta take it for what it's worth

Have you ever been hunted
By your past
And it will never let you go
Well never never let you go
No! I said well never never let you go
And I say

Nobody knows me, I'm all alone
Ah yayayayay I gotta go
It's a Hollywood bus stop and the party's over
Ah yayayayay I gotta go

Who Would Have Thought [top| prev. |next]
Who would've thought that dreams come true
Who would've thought i'd end up with you
Who would've thought what they said was true
But it was and you are light and darkness coming through

Sihlouettes of palm trees backing up against the sky
Echo park sunset, an ambulance drives by Someone went down,
and I wonder who
Someones fall coudda.... been anybody I know
So I drank like a fish till i crawl like a rat
In the city of shit i ended up on my back.
But I can't believe you're with me after dark
So let it come together in echo park

Who would've thought that dreams come true
Who would've thought i'd end up with you
Who would've thought what they said was true
But it was and you are light and darkness coming through

A red flag and your body wins Or a snake bite, gotta start again
So i'm fucked up and watching TV all day
I don't wanna see what ricky lake's gotta say
And it hits me when i'm alone, i'm an angry man
I start singing to myself i go dealt a shitty hand
With all these feelings my heart could explode
So is it not fear, no not at all So I said

Who would've thought that dreams come true
Who would've thought i'd end up with you
Who would've thought what they said was true
But it was and you are light and darkness coming through

Na na na......

Who would've thought that dreams come true
Who would've thought i'd end up with you
Who would've thought what they said was true
But it was and you are light and darkness coming through

Cash, Culture and Violence [top| prev.|next]
Yeah!
He said his power is what's happenin'
Well I'm sure to be respected, nothin's stoppin'
him
And to move out for him, about crushin' them
And I can't get plain and simple:
It's a sick man

_
_
He drives a tricked out, tricked out, tricked out Lexus
And he looks at the city and says I could take this

He decided to acquire what not one needs
It's so fuckin' hot that your nose bleeds
Watch you break the nose of respect
Oh you broke the nose, that is correct
The gates of hell are closing in
The victims family gon' condemn him
He says I don't trust them in hell
Yeah that'll show them

It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, welfare, and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're running and you're running on the way to distraction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence

Poisoned like a rat who drank some stric 9 gin
I'm only mad cause he has been as low as you have been
Bare, crack military federation
Living, yeah, only to rise again
Yeah you gotta get skeptic, heard the rumble
And the legions that are timid, run, they crumble
Cause a corner ain't nothin but a concrete jungle
And lord, I wonder

It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, welfare, and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're running and you're running on the way to distraction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence

Nickels, diamonds, can't be found
There's no one, nothing, come straight down
Psychosomatic, come down
You stopped cold from your nervous breakdown
Yeah!!

It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence
Violence, welfare, and knowledge
Cash, culture and violence
Oh you're running and you're running on the way to distraction
Cash, culture and violence
It's the sword, the jewel, imagination
Cash, culture and violence

(Cash!! .... Culture!! Violence!!)

Cocktails  [ top| prev.|next]
Broke to toe the line is chocked
Smoke the last dollar to a name
Are you buying
Are you selling girl
Talking square never change
And if i really wanna know
What it means for her to be free
Oh she makes cocktails
In a squat down in avenue city
yeah _
All he get was a fight
He gets shallow so i know
There wont be no fucking rainbow in sight
_

I aint looking for answers
I know nothing is for free
I sure dont want your aspect
I just wanna know whos talking to me

The Wolf  [top|prev.|next]
I didn't trust him
cause he smiled at me head first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there
I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

I got some _
Paints a portrait of the suburbs
In the last couple years
A solid lasting image
Or image of _
_
All I ever notice _
_
_
Consuming it all

I didn't trust him
cause he smiled at me head first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And i didn't go there
I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

1998  [top|prev.|next]
Wystone Clinics
1974
Father’s talking shit
Mother fucker slammed the door
Hit the streets running
Cannot take it anymore
In the reins of a train,
I cuddle on the floor.
In the apartment next door and
Sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery
Set your self up
But in the system it’s a raid
Oh this is what you want
Not the way, what they fucking say

Hanging out with sid and a kid in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Lower east side
1976
Who’s got the dope
And who’s gonna doing trips?
Should i call a loser all for a fix
Rippen off some lady
Just to avoid from gettin sick
Well I life moves slow
When you got nowhere to go
What the fuck happen to your son all alone
Is he coming over?
Is he coming home?
Oh momma’s disappointed,
Waiting’ by the phone

Hanging out with sid and a kid in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Same fucking shit
1998

And mother fuckers that he hates
Hates the fucking people,
But they cannot see straight
Who got the crack,
Gonna seal his fate.
In the apartment next door
And sleeping here for free
Little kid sitting in the shooting gallery
Set your self up
But in the system it’s a raid
Oh this is what you want
I don't care, what they fucking say

Hanging out with sid and a kid in the U.S.A.
Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A.

Lady Liberty  [top | prev. | next]
Lady Liberty, come down and plea to me
I want nothing to do with your crazy world
Broken promises, those poor noises
are bringin' it by the time for all the famine and the law
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista

Lady Liberty, come down and plea to me
You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold
Storming _ west, then the cold hits
Then I come to find that the streets aren't paved at all
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista

From the Kremlin to Afghanistan to the forgotten ones
She offers it confusion to distraught refugees
In the fields of poison ivy, through the famine and disease
You bled my loyalty

Lady Liberty, come down and plea to me
You had me to believe that the streets are paved in gold
All you tell me not to worry
About the short comings of lives and the high cost of living
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista
From the conscious to the ozarks to shouted sandinista
Shouted sandinista

Wrongful Suspicion  [top | prev.|next]
All right this one goes out to all our friends in new york
H2O, Theslackers Stubborn All Stars

Must respect
hey tim take it my man

well i heard they fly a confederate flag
down at the state house
got a gun to my head
from the hand of a man
down at the state house
well i reach for a dollar in the hole in my pocket
down at the state house
they said i got some rights
And i really shouldn't knockit
down at the state house

what can we do(7x)

broken bones, broken roles
They can all be fixed oh yeah
so let those who battle with the pen
and the others with the fist its the gospel now
the strong ones will be defiant
with words that can convince
you can take this as a roles
but i 'll take it as a diss

well they wanta hold me with wrongful suspicion
down at the state house
and i'm all bundled up
in an awkward position
down at the state house
and they say its all part
of a hundred year tradition
down at the state house
and i do feel they got a mental conditioin
down at the state house

what can we do(7x)

hey gettin crazy watch me
was it you all along
working for the cia?
iran contra panama american casket parlet
visions of light yes
visions of death no
visions gone astray
oh ya jump on that dazy tim my man
oh and you fly away

ignore the weak
ignore the poor
down at the state house

they got a real good position for me on the floor hell no
down at the state house
they said your gonna make a real nice world
down at the state house
but they do not know the law
no not at all
down at the state house

what can we do (7x)

all right this one goes out to sick of it all,
agnostic front __
and the front still blocking that east generation
dj ansen
dave hillyard and the rocksteady seven
siren and the bob sinisters
nine lives and his new band under the gun madball
marky ramone and his jerks

hey marky go get your fuckin shine box

Turntable  [top | prev.|next]
Yeah!

He's gonna go go get it
Gonna run run set it
In an otherwise hidden realm
Ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it
It's not the style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate
Come on everybody, lets get together
I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions in sight
Well given an inch, a billion colors
The entire world's contrast light
Oh it ain't right, another fight
Well all of it's so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walked through
I walked through the vicious ones
I really don't care

Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

My western mind has a hard time(hard time)
Getting across this trust
Passive resistance
Your assistance
(You're the one smoking dust)

It ain't a style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate (love and hate)
Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate

Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable

Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable

Something in the World Today  [top|prev.|next]
Theres something in the street tonight
Dunno what what it is, but it wont keep quiet
_ on your radio brodcaster
Theres something in the air tonight
And it turning in to a full fledge riot
_

Yeah!

ohhhh
Night life
Im gonna come right back for you

Theres something in the world today
Dont know what it is but it sure smells rotten
_
Theres someone in your home tonite
You think you know who they are
But something just aint so right
_ but they dont feel the same about me

ohhhh
Night life
Im gonna come right back for you

I run and run and
I ride and I ride
And I knew that I knew that I tried and tried
And I know it was all for you and me

Corazon de Oro  [top|prev.|next]
its over before it starts
oh dont you know
so on your marks and stand by
ready, go

from london to new york,
montreal to tokyo
i see visions of her,
everywhere i go

what have i become
now that i'm all alone
im just looking for a way to break through these walls
im just looking for a place that i can call my home
is anybody out there got a soul
cuz i'm just looking for love, girl
the girl with a heart of gold

She always _ once _ count with her champagne case
She goes straight down the rathole with her
Total recklessness and
Tomorrow will come on through
And I got nothing but a _
Nothing but a silhouette girl
Met her in darkness
I say

What have I become
Now that I'm alone
I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl
The girl with a heart of gold
I said I'm just looking for a girl
The girl with a heart of gold

Yeah I'm in the corner I start over
I start the whole slate clean
All the pain and heartache in all my years
I was always to blame
And I dream of this girl
Yeah an angelical ghost
_ neighborhood
I'm a downtown member _
Does that make me misunderstood
Oh, I'm a downtown member _
Does that make me misunderstood
Heart of gold!!

I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl
The girl with a heart of gold

I'm just looking for a way to break through these walls and
I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home and
Is anybody out there got a soul
'Cuz I'm just looking for a girl
The girl with a heart of gold
I said I'm just looking for a girl
The girl with a heart of gold

Coppers [top|prev.]
Yeah were ultimate
Like
Image that
IŽll come back
Must move inside _
Must move inside _
For multiple _
They got bullets

London I’m gonna find it
New York, L.A., back to Kingston
All I see is you fighting
All I see is you fighting
London your gonna find it
New York, L.A., back to Kingston
All I see is you fighting
All I see is you fighting

Well,
In sympathy
There some
Integrity
For the Humanity
You come to find a whole lot more
I’m not one to judge
Nor I, Carry a grudge
But I’ve been through so much
My determinating bound

London I’m gonna find it(London)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston(Brooklyn too)
All I see is you fighting
All I see is you fighting
London your gonna find it (Brixton)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Brooklyn too)
All I see is you fighting
All I see is you fighting

From this it is logic
_
You are Controlled by Satan
_
The gun
L.A. Kingston New York and London
From this it is logic
The gun _
You are Controlled by Satan
_
Were gonna make em’ feel all

Easy, You know it ain’t easy
Got to make a decision
Got to learn to say no, no, no
I’ve from inside of the walls
A dead man can’t hear all the calls
When it looks like its cheap
In the city concrete
never runs deep and doused with the heat

Coppers _
Dead man’s done
It ain't no good when your missing a son
When you rot in a jail
Which you would be
Your out on the streets like Robin Hood
Hold those who fall
Those who cry
Let them go or victimize
You see,
You ain't gonna see the power demise
Not on your lifetime seem to hypnotize

London your gonna find it (London)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Brooklyn too)
All I see is you fighting
All I see is you fighting
London your gonna find it (Brixton)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Brooklyn too)
All I see is you fighting
All I see is you fighting

From this it is logic
_
You are Controlled by Satan
_
The gun
L.A. Kingston New York and London
From this it is logic
The gun _
You are Controlled by Satan
_
Were gonna make em’ feel all

Easy, You know it ain’t easy
Got to make a decision
Got to learn to say no, no, no
I’ve from inside of the walls
A dead man can’t hear all the calls
When it looks like its cheap
In the city concrete
never runs deep and doused with the heat

London I’m gonna find it (London too)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Kingston)
All I see is you fighting
All I see is you fighting
London I’m gonna find it (London too)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Brooklyn too)
All I see is you fighting
All I see is you fighting

London I’m gonna find it (London too)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (Brooklyn too)
All I see is you fighting(x5)