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JUSTICE lyrics - Audio, Video, Disco

Civilization

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Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east, Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased, Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide, Bound by the science that lives on the lips of the wise... The beating of a million drums, The fire of a million guns, The mother of a million sons, Civilization! The beating of a million drums, The fire of a million guns, The mother of a million sons, Civilization! Stand aside as they bow to the call of the beast, Tantalized and seduced by the demons released, Cast to the ground by the whim of the merciless sky Born to the fire that burns in the all-seeing eye... The beating of a million drums, The fire of a million guns, The mother of a million sons, Civilization! The beating of a million drums, The fire of a million guns, The mother of a million sons, Civilization! The beating of a million drums... The fire of a million guns... The mother of a million sons... Civilization. The beating of a million drums, The fire of a million guns, The mother of a million sons, Civilization! The beating of a million drums, The fire of a million guns, The mother of a million sons, Civilization!

Burn It Down!

JONEZETTA "Popularity"
Wake up! Do you hear the sound of music from above? Our city sits upon the glow of bomb. The fire is thick, the flame is hot Like it or not, gonna burn this mother down! Remember! All the money that you made will never pay For you to scream for your life and run away The fire is thick, the flame is hot. Like it or not, gonna burn this mother down! Honey don't think that we're gonna be alright It's coming and I swear it's out to take our lives

Johnny I Harldy Knew Ye

Clancy Brothers
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo While goin' the road to sweet Athy, A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye, A doleful damsel I heard cry, Johnny I hardly knew ye. (Chorus): With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, The enemy nearly slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye. Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild, When my poor heart you first beguiled Why did ye skidaddle from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye (Chorus) Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs with which you run, hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs with which you run, When first you went for to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye (Chorus) Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye haven't an arm and ye haven't a leg, Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye (Chorus) I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo I'm happy for to see ye home, All from the island of Saloam; So low in flesh, so high in bone Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns, The enemy never slew ye Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Chalice

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Violence Begets Violence"
Ya, ya, yo. Vinnie Paz, people Now everybody, now everybody Now everybody tap on this [?] Know exactly what to say Hey Even when everything is going astray No, no way [?] Just like when pen explode... I leavin' when them plan expose See those... All the people that you have to keep away See trust me then they know... I have been to hell before Befriended the Devil and Skeletor Wish I could visit the fellas more Wish that I could get more bodies through the cellar doors I'm always thinking of others Should probably think of myself more But I don't worry about cells and house cores[?] I'm more into L's than house stores I like wars and whores Cores and shores Liquor and Coors Sex, cigarettes and sycamores Always got one to roll up And one twirled All about guns and girls in this underworld So I got a truckload of guns and gusto But I don't go around shooting ducks and buffalo I like it when the streets are crowded I don't think to be discreet about it Drinkin' blood beats a salad So I gotta put a lot of work in Cause I'm usually thirsty again Before it even leaves the palate. [Chorus] I'm shining out here Jedi Mind grinding out here I'm from Philly where it's filthy Take your diamonds out here Motherfuckers broke eating Top Ramen out here Fuck the police, graph writers is bombing out here Ain't nobody better at this fuckin' rhymin' I swear Any second, any minute, any time of the year I remember when it was nothing but violence out here Now these faggots rappin' like they fucking common out here I'm about to set the mother fuckin' drama out here 45s [?]gebalando? Big lamas out here Everybody think it's sweet 'cause now Obama out here He the third cousin of Bush, he lyin' out here You the lamb I'm the mother fuckin' lion out here Where were y'all when my step father dyin' last year I'm once in a lifetime, Haley's Comet out here God's [?] We Islamic out here [Chorus] Y'all don't wanna fuck with us Y'all don't really want to fuck with us Y'all don't wanna fuck with us Y'all could never fuck with us Don't really want to fuck with us Y'all don't wanna fuck with us Y'all don't really want to fuck with us Y'all don't wanna fuck with us Y'all could never fuck with us Don't really want to fuck with us

U Don't Know (Remix)

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse"
(feat. M.O.P.) [Lil Fame] Time to duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH! (U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) It's the MOP (Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3 And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp (SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW Run up if you wanna, believe me dog These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on (WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior (The game aint changed)it just got harder Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage [Billy Danze] Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!) And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em The veterans have came, and we're better in the game (YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) '27 grams' my man It's better than cocaine, now everything will change In this family we'll rule the world And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids (MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka (FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK [Jay-Z] WHOOOOOOO!!!!!! Turn my music high, high, high, high-er Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire One body, two body, three body, four Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive Just add another million to these verses One million, two million, three million, four And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake Let's get it!

Voodoo Man

JAY ELECTRONICA "Act I: The Eternal Sunshine (The Pledge)"
Voodooman, chickenbone chickenbone I can make a thunderstorm from a light rain My ears start ringing, My nose get bloody I feel a lil' bit of pressure on my right brain Intermission transmission Put me in submission Glistening trapped in the light prison whistling The christ told me come closer to the light man I went blind woke up in front of a mic stand Voodoo man, tap dancing in the French Quarter Walking on water with a scroll in my hand The bluerprints for disc shaped like a vessel That was chiseled out of metal Off the coast of Japan Fasting on the top of a mountain I went to postland Saw a shiny object floating out of the ocean I'm sort of like a postman You can get the message if you want to understand From the rap of the man Voodoman, civilised and savage Criticize the parish Spreading false doctrine Terrorise the cleric For carrying on nonsense Specialised lies to paralyse the conscience Voodoman Chit chatter Abracadabra Spitting out matter While I'm shitting out data Mmm, chew em up shitting out rappers Sipping Pelegrino while I'm giving out matches Set yourself on fire Let the wisdom of Elijah Purify ya take a nigga higher Sold your soul to the highest buyer Now you're on a wire Talking about 2-foot tires And you sell crack Clapping at cats with macs But you a liar Pants on fire Same old rugged cross Different crucified messiah

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