Hate - memories tear me apart. Live - never thougt it wold be that hard. Time - always knew on my side. Death - seems to be the only bride. . 'Cause you didn't follow me.
It's a tragedy, that's coming near. Hatred chains our thoughts, born in fear. Makes our children be martyrs of vanity. Sacrifice in another gods name.
Listen - did you hear that voice from inside ourselves. It's echoeing the weariness that's hunting us. It's getting dark we both can see. Pathetic words won't rescue me.
When the sun rises slowly and the haze fades away. Everyone knows that the time has come close. To be the first in line with the rifle in our hands. You and I, my old friend, will we ever die?.
For me and I. Live seems so hard at all. Not even worth a dime. Need to do some kind of crime. . I'm looking up. To a high command. But watching you tears me in two.
Do you remember -. a walk along the river. In the valley of our dreams. Forgotten problems -. they've darkened the horizon. Life's no more what it seems.
From under that great stone got to move. From under that great stone gots to remove. From under that great stone. Stone of babylon. From under that great stone got to remove.
On the freeway in the county the sun don't shine. I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a Bati man. Outside my cell deputies creep. And in this cell all I do is sleep and I dream.
Crazy, crazy. Crazy fool. Cra--zy fool. . If she thinks that she. Gonna dispose my world. Gotta-be-a crazy, crazy, crazy,. Crazy fool. Cra--zy fool. .
Unreleased Track. This rare song is a live studio performance that contains no lyrics, and is a partial take on another unknown song. During the course of the track, you can hear Bradley addressing the band, instructing them on how to play the music..
And I'm through, gonna fuck with you. Then I say what the fuck with you?. And I'm out for the nine-duce niggas. . Comin' with, this is nine-tre, still bad ass lynchin'.
[Chorus]. I live in a constant state of fear and misery. Do you miss me anymore?. And I don't even notice. When it hurts anymore. Anymore. Anymore. Anymore.
Push the pedal to the metal. I'm always full throttle. My life, always on the line. I'm a badass rider. Dressed in heavy leather. Everything I want is mine.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. . Oh the sun gets heavy. Sinking into the city. Burning off the day. Into are daze remains. . Oh will follow the sun. Follow the sun.
You hear the knock on your door. That's the man asking for more. Coming like a steam train. Something to ease the pain. . And when the world starts calming down.
Wicked--wi--wicked...fat bitch!!. Wicked--wi--wicked...fat bitch!!. Wicked--wi--wicked...fat bitch!! Fat bitch--bitch,. bitch, bitch.... Well it's on, it's on like neden hole, fuck.
I'm neva gonna die cause I belong alive. I'm the muntha fuckin proof only the strong survive. I've never been in Folcom I never changed to apease. Never gonna car crash or catch a lame disease.
Kill him... Kill him... put him to Death.... Kil him... Kill him... put him to Death.. . Guess who's back in this bitch again. With a fresh set of balls bouncin' off your chin.