The Enemy Battle Hymn Of The Public

On mountains high, the sun and sky. To valleys low [Incomprehensible]. . We done walked these valleys. We done crossed these seas. Aint too many out there.

Terminator X To The Edge Of Panic

Go, go, go, go, go, go. Take a look at his style. Take a check of the sound. Off the record people keep him down. Trick a chick in Miami. Terminator X packs the jams.

Tragedy.com

You're online type in a password from your own mind. What you think is top secret got insiders thinking they're all mine. Y2K year two thousand is when they go blind.

The Winds Of Revolution

Fuck, the city streets are raining bullets. The wind of revolution screams: "come on do it". Hey, looking at this rawness upon us. Makes sick soldiers enter the darkness.

The Killing Field

THE KILLING FIELDS. (G.Gonzalez, J.Gonzalez,C.Vargas, R.Alfaro). (Jacken). Street theater's a dramatic depiction of non fiction. Showing the co-exsistence of harmony and friction.

The Crazy Area

Crazy ass psycho city blocks street ghetto red hot. Dangerous slums woods lost 'hoods burnt spots we live in. Killing fields death fills. Concrete jungles rumbles ill.

The Big Payback

Do you even know the reason for your blastin'?. It's pointless. you grab your stainless, do your action he stay's motionless. Because of your error, they label this era terror.

Temporary Insanity

You better dig deep and find your soul 'cause you're lost. Need guidance, which way to go, people are despicable. Unpredictable spirits callin' out so all you weak-minded hear it.

Thumpin'

(Bullet aka Violent J). Bare nuts baby. We finna get our swang on. Old school throwin' down. Be some great fun. Look at my knuckles. I'm missin' three humps (ungh).

There It Goes

Damn. Give it time man. I'ma be alright. It's fucked up. I'ma be alright. At least I got my rydas, tho. Yea. . There it goes. Another casket dropped under.

Time To Go

(Mike E. Clark). Another year as time goes by. Nuthin changes I don't know why. Everybody's always lookin but they can't take. Everybody's always makin the same mistake.

The Pdm Is Coming

Oh shit. It begins right where it ends. Here it goes. . The PDM is coming we got to take our places. Now everybodies gotta back away to see their faces.

The Omen

The Renaissance

[A La $ole]. Straight from the fucking dungeon raps. . [Verse 1: A La $ole]. From the era of the boom baps. Spiggity splat man, I'm sick with the raps.

Trials Of Love

Yo, come here darlin', have a seat, we need to speak. Look straight in my eyes, tell me what you see?. Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door.

Three

[Prodigy and Cormega]. For my G-pack niggas. Right, right. Shooting at cops nigga what. For my G-pack niggas. Fuck the police. N.Y.P.D. - New York Pricks and Dicks.

Trouble

Hold your breath when you see me walking by. I'm obsessed with movies, Barbed Wire, throw a stiletto in ya eye. I confess, I'm like Jesse James in an Ames parking lot.

Too Much Weight

(C. Kirschner, A. Reid). Produced by Concetta Kirschner for Concetta Music (BMI). Additional Production by Curtis Curtis for The Vertical Corporation (BMI) and Walter Sipser. Samadia Music (ASCAP) Bahamadia appears courtesy Goodvibe/B-Girl/J. Core Recordings. Live Horns by Paula Henderson and Steve Moses. Bass by Walter Sipser. Live drums by Lee Farber..

The Little Freakazoid That Could

I'm not the baddest or the maddest or the Central Park address. No Chivas, no Lexus, ain't got the flattest solar plexus. I throw it down with everything I got.

Touching It

Verse 1:]. It Been A While Since We Talked. (It's Been A While). We Got Some Catchin Up 2 Do. (So Let's Talk A While). Take Off Ya coat And Show Me. (You Gone Stay A While).