Traduction: Raise Hell. Liberté.
the Caddy I survive like a pimp No jherri curls, waves, perms, or crimps The ever-nappy crew setting the mood I raise my fuel for my firm attitude Walking
for a hell of a day Get these barbie filets on hot charcoal tracks, so black Darko Pecoltrane plays them back We them freedom fight kids who gon' ball and raise
a gentle breeze I see it swell Like a story in me to tell Told years away and past my day of dying So you raise them up To heaven always hell There
right The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight Fighting high, fighting on for the steel Through the wastelands evermore The scattered souls will feel the hell
followin that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter
Born into Nixon I was raised in hell A welfare child Where the teamsters dwelled The last one born The first one to run My town was blind from refinery
And smash every little worm That cries for freedom On your knees, Indians The old world Barbarian Is here to reign You must kiss the cross Raise churches
will suffer, that's for certain We'll charge into the fire The cause, we must inspire We raise our fists to tyranny A high price, freedom is not
s your turn to spin Free money, now spin again Oh goody, the unzip your drawers I'm finna clip this chain on your balls Raise ya upside down for the bang
Your my devil your my angel, Your my heaven your my hell, Your my now your my never, Your my freedom your my jail, Your my lies your my truth, Your my
We have raised our hopes and our cities high We have followed fragile dreams But only One could take the measure of our goals And we've stumbled over
are raised, armed brothers together we stand Holding our ground, no quarter is given, no quarter is asked Enter the fray, we fight not for gain but for freedom
We raise a lot of hell, drink a lot of booze Don't need a damn reason for the things we do So break out the bottles and bring on the crowd Exercise your
somewhat complacent state Get a check-up This is a stick-up Our freedom or our life I wish I could be peaceful But there can be no sequel Chorus: Now freedom
March for the Earth... all march) For the fate of your world In this day of doom and blazing rage Of clashing titans, anger, hate May the hells collapse
gaze in amazement I was doing that to niggaz who test me on the slave ship We sell tapes and stage jail breaks for past cell mates Murder you at hell'