you i'll wage my war forever your enemy fire in my blood alive with a fury with hands cut free forever your enemy your plan for me of quiet service
wackness out my ear, (phew phew) that's the sound of your career in my hood [Busta Rhymes:] I hope you niggas got your ringside seats, cause it's whoopass
up in a coffin Play it cool, that's the old school rule, man Keep your ears to the street, y'all never lose man Make your enemies believe there's love
my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That
y'all didn't pick up the phone But I got you callin' now This is a job that must get done Even if I become public Enemy number one If I had to pick
KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack er, Cercle Rouge KRS-One Droppin' on 'em like this, pick it up, pick it up You know what time it is when KRS-One comes
we all say amen. Lets pray, ten fingers together for forever Lets pray, together, forever, forever Dear God, as I begin this day, my thought turn to you, and I ask for your
real street niggaz throw your guns up Throw your guns up, throw your guns up All my real street niggaz throw your guns up Throw your guns up, throw your
your head Travel all the way down to your leg Aiyyo it's hell on earth, who's next or gonna be first? The projects is front lines and the enemy is one
street niggaz 'Cause you're actin' like your shit don't stink Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuckin' invisible gats You always bringin' out in your raps
weak, end up in a coffin Play cool, that's the old school rule, man Keep your ears to the street, y'all never lose man Make your enemies believe there
will get King of kill Keep your iron will Got to live forever Give us the thrill King of kill Keep your iron will Got to live forever Give us the thrill
evil from this land a newborn king will overcome I'll be the scythe to cut you down I'll be the fire to burn you down Conquest is mine into the fight
blood from her mouth slowly fell down to the Th child inside dried her out. The king's beloved is no more.) The chosen one felt the time had come to
Allah, King of North America On a ship I was stripped of my knowledge and wits Death to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties Off with your dome
em [Mos Def] My people unite and let's all get down We gotta have what? love peace and understandin One god, One love, One light One aim, One voice, One
KRS One representing Ma 6T va Crack er Cercle Rouge KRS One Droppin on em like this Pick it up pick it up You know what time it is when KRS One comes
to your head Travel all the way down to your leg Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one
