burn than papier-mache Started with dre Graduate to radioplay I still ain't satisfied Bout to blast off worldwide Get in line check the politics Ever
its called kid) Yo (how much I, how much I implement my thoughts to you?) Yo, hey yo shout out New York Philadelphia my sword talk Praises due The block favors you New
Words from the Martin Luther King version We burn versus then send 'em out Fed Ex, fast service Chorus [Reakwon] The tailor made king of New York Designer
Silent as a basehead, suckin on his hooter 'cause cash rules, that's why I study new jewels And keep tools, to create blood pools For new crews, rappers
the game like Yoda Wiser and older Hip hop went from party to political to vulger Vulgar to soul-less Money's taking over So we did it over Whole new
[Slug] [whispered] "I'm not really supposed to talk about this.....but..." they've arrived With the excitment of a new born Came to join the main event
the more the merrier B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in your area Muja Messiah uh huh, hello America [Verse 4 - YZ] Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo what the fuck is new
Better not to look back Or should we dust off our journals Step deep to the feedback for the new day Like the distortion has things to say Is it better
for reason and purpose; Their efforts are negated by the passive observers. * They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out, Is it any wonder they
for it to stop they said, That we should build new umbrellas because we're Stuck in our own rut. I say, blow away the rain clouds, For the new horizon
of repentance Check my anger, it's real, ain't no token I'll be satisfied only when your back's been broken It's my burning ambition to burn down your
that's burning All we're doing Is pissing on a fuse that's burning That's burning Politics goes in and out of fashion Like mood rings and new religions
Ya know, There's this park, you see, in new york That's what this song is about Where we used to grow up And, um, hang around And then we started moving
I see like I read And I say like I write And if I could touch the smile within her I'd forget to be polite And I'm marching in directions In which she
you can't wait to see me dead An idea in your head and a compass in your hand On a mission to a foreign land So now I'm out for political favors A
Where does the madness end? How far down do the rungs expire In smoke and burning heat? In depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue, I saw the worst
YOU! Let it all Burn Let it all Burn,,, embrace the brimstone Let it all Burn LET IT BURN! rrrrrrrrrrrrrahha?¦ I'm so fucking sick of this Our politics
, bitch To whom this may concern All you rappers with all that fetti to burn The industry is finicky, so let me make this clear They'll have a new nigga