But I'm have the truth brought back to the source Fight for my land with physical force Speak through music, the subliminal course I need a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun
Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la
I will run - they will hunt me in vain I will hide - they'll be searching I'll regroup - feign retreat they'll pursue Coup de grâce I will win but never fight That's the Art of War!
This is the frontline, this is the dead-zone, barely alive or in a box is how you head home This is the frontline, this is the life that i chose, i thought i told you muthafuckas to lock and load
So you better run yo Run your ass out the jungle Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist!
It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight Risin' up to the challenge Of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the Eye of the tiger
I was made for lovin' you baby You were made for lovin' me And I can't get enough of you baby Can you get enough of me
Write it down and remember that we never gave in The mind of a child is where the revolution begins So if the solution has never been to look in yourself How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?
Give me your secrets Bring me a sign Give me a reason To walk the fire See another dawn Through our daughters eyes You give me a reason To walk the fire
This is the point from which I could never return And if I back down now then forever I burn This is the point from which I could never retreat Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace This is the point from which I will die and succeed Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed From now on it can never be the same as before Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore
From the days of slaves To Hurricanes in Orleans See my peoples graves floatin amongst the waves, there's hell to pay, but the devil don't take checks I try to send a message to God his phone don't take text I need a new plan, a crook with knowledge
We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame This’ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I’m quick enough to split your brain