Lying in the underworld, you now foresee the light determended to be the vengeful you have lost your fight for life taken down the alleys and imagining
One day soon I'm gonna run off the edge of the world 'cos my cries for help and my pleas cannot be heard mine ain't the only voice in the chorus of gloom
Do you remember I told you a story About Max the Millionaire? He had all his inherited money Piled up in stocks and shares For years he?d been a meanie
My eyelids open and my pupils re-adjust There's carnage all around me On the back of me bus Sick on the bus There's a fellow in the corner who the fuck
World war three is all the rage Problem child of a nuclear age Push button missiles on radio control I don?t wanna die before I get old That?s the
So you wanna join the army And you wanna be a man You wanna go to Ireland And get killed by a bomb Does you family want to See you as a corpse Because
She rises like an early bird Then runs around. It's so absurd No-one knows what goes on In her mind, "The Land of Far Beyond" What goes on, so far beyond
Some fucker wants to have a go at me He don't like my personality But he's a cunt and he will see No fucker ever knocked out me I battered the bastard
Nothing much has changed since 1983 Weapons of destruction causing poverty We are getting nowhere when will they see Ya buy one bomb ya get one bomb
We are Dogs Unleashed Out of control Full of dreams Nobody knows Unleashed Dyin' to escape We don't wanna suffocate We are Dogs Unleashed We are Dogs Unleashed We are Dogs
with 'cause your thang like tendin' girl Get it wit your fit in, and welcome to my world Fancy cars, yachts 'n pools Basketball courts that's made for high schools Backyard full of dogs
flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs
a poker, no joker for a weekday Bing bong, the weekday Bing bong, no danger Here goes a sweet freak How many fools do you get in the school Of an English
on Hollis Ave Q, B O R O nigga Who I die for This is for my Q dogs, who lit a block's bright spark We grew up on old English, summertime Roy with this
car that be glidin' If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin' Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English Wake up in Trinidad, like
my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs
that shit Hu Heff's a prince, magic jaun a pimp I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you These are English words Scarred
lift it So tense, bitch there's no defense This four-four inch'll make you jump the fence Right eye squinted; I speak brok-len English Stumble off the cold four-oh of old English