The world is mine, it's not yours Take your shit run out the door Don't look now someone stole your purse It was me I've got this curse! {Chorus
Are we going to survive? Or are we gonna die?? Live you life now You'll be nuclear tomorrow People's word is useless They don't want to hear us
Oh no! Terror shock Terror shock Terror shock Terror shock Hide your wife and kid Repent for all the things you did Salute to the flag Support
Third world war is about to begin It's about time the world came to an end This shit's gotta end This shit's gotta end This shit's gotta end This
Take your board out From under your arm Walkin' around You mean no harm Why don't you skate It'll get you further Look for the best Ledge to murder
all my direction Baby, when you came my way Thought I had found my protection But a strong wind came into my life It surely took me by surprise I can't seem to control
But you got a face I done seen in magazines and somethin Kinda Legs hat the models be seen with strugglin some pretty brown eyes and I seen them cuttin In my direction
J'l'ai prise comme elle etait j'lui ai rendu sa dignite Elle m'presente a sa mere et j'la presente a la mienne La mienne me suggere directement de faire
Oooh Yeah yeah You can't lose me You can lose your faith in loving You can lose the will to trust, you'll see You can't lose me You can lose control
Maybe I can make a difference through a mic and a speaker So my lyrics flow different than a hip-hop be bop Mic controller who turns out to be the flop
on are dark and jaded a wandering soul that's filled with hatred in it is poison, the youth is tainted social engineering keeps us separated media control
the canyon below my house they're looking for a meal like a lizard or a mouse I wonder if they appreciate the setting like me to control your own direction
But you can't grab it You can hold it, control it No, you can't bag it You can push (You can push) But you can't direct it (But you can't direct it
You can reach But you can't grab it You can hold it, control it You can't bag it You can push But you can't direct it Circulate, regulate, oh no You
you can reach but you can't grab it you can't hold it control it, you can't bag it you can push but you can't direct it circulate, regulate oh no you
smell so gentle and pure You control my senses, baby all my senses ohhhhh ohhhhh Would you whisper to me "it's yours"? Girl you smell so gentle and pure You control
It's been one foot in and one out It's been 4 days of watershed And I feel snuffed out It's been 33 years of restraining Of trying to control this tumult
the tide roll in with my best friends Let It Roll Our time is fleeting So we take control From California Let It Roll Our time is fleeting So we take control
