One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young nation, no revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation just trying
dangerous you made me Calling me a mad man cause I'm strong and bold With this dump full of knowledge of the lies you told Promise me emancipation indispute nation
nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha world
dead Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathin the dead
brings drawbacks Look how this shit bumps Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetary Dressed in Black Tonight we Follow the dead And those
veterans like Dan & them, you read up on us We better than we ever been, you place your bet upon us We medicine to many men, your men are dead & goners
I'll do a few more of these, then I'm gonna leave Okay Tom Cruise - Ray*Ban, Elton John - gay man Backpack - wack flow, fur coat - Fat Joe Farrakhan - Nation
'm A.I I used to cook rocks, and hit the block And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous I was in
got no concious, killing by the bunches, how can I see with no eyes? The protected people I'm taking em by surprise, I despise any type of Doctor, thinking he can stop a Epidemic built across the nation
Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew 'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations
my... Surrender bounds you Surrender, Surrender Surrender, Surrender Surrender, Surrender Surrender, Surrender my... Like a flower, you unfold Leading a dance all on your own And like a dead
(Echolette-Gold-Lloyd) The crowd is looking drowned And a mother in tears There are flipflapping flags in the silence And a national anthem's a blues
bank Just wait untill it tanks Your parents had it planned We're almost like them? Fun, racist professional sports Management gets the real rewards Multi national
in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked
I got my papers and a cyanide pill My Polaroid's a taser in disguise There's a base in the hills And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation
eyes, and all over my face your bloody death With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less ?? that crazy muthafucka from the world's most dangerous group Mo Thugs Nation