Hatred is coming When they speak of life? Death is coming When they speak of hope? The end is coming On the wall someone chalked ?THEY WANT A WAR?, The
the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death With a
you when I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital they gonna
through my veins I stand before this mic with a stepped up game Some things, when I look, how they never gonna change It ain't a thing, niggas wild,
'mma go this way and write rhymes in your Shakespeare book Niggaz be scared to death, I can see in the face they shook And they ain't want give me a shot
from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you! Well a picture can express a thousand words
ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste [Verse four: Capitol E / Esham] Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a
a taste Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste So let me feed you the city like in a steady pace Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
ways I made out, Montana way The Good F E L L A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'Ze make a man
never really got a chance to say goodbye To all my youngsters out there, trying to burn something Will you pay attention a minute, you might learn something 'Cause look all they want
s a tragedy, a mystery That we must find It's a call to war, It's a shameless whore It's a fantasy, a mystery It's all you wanted here I know that I
with a broken magic wand Strong Atoms, whole family dear To duplicate & recreate could take a light year Squeeze your head into a sneaker, lace your face Throw you in a
bone I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the death If you could match a third of my success
save you So do you want answers? Yeah I want answers, I want the truth You want the truth? You couldn't handle the truth 'Cause they got our brains washed
the bottle and come get the guns I get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC 10 They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den Said at least a track
and pack guns I'm volcanic (VOLCANIC!), the sermon preacher Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa You tried to get a squad, they was like "money?
You in a dominion of Holy War Tension keep the Jews and Palestinians hard core This is Biblical conspiracy Written in religion to keep the world in
. They believe that money can buy them out of the responsibility That they have for the world that they bleed dry. They are the true pornographers The
