Intro/Chorus: Yo, Killarmy, we the last armaggedeon Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin In the streets, or in the sand war is on Now aside nigga
As lost as a meal that?s pushed to a panther I keep my eyes on those who pass by They look to P.M. Dawn the quest for the answer Mercy mercy me till
of hopes unspoken When the tears of man will cease And His mother holds Him closer For He is the Prince of Peace Let the bells ring out these tidings
forced to make to make you see Now I`m here to let you know Look out, look out, ride the tide that`s rising from the sea Look out, turn the tables over A better man
Aint no lookin back, letting everything go When I see a problem, when it get tough I don't get soft, man, I ain't givin' up There ain't turnin' back, man
boiling Burning within, seen from without And your gut was a serpent, coiling And, for the sake of that pit of snakes For whom did you allay your shyness And spend all your mercy
W.B. Yeats) Turning and turning Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The center cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide
the foe. And even as this transpired, the Emperor's Prime Sorcerer, emissary of the Imperial Court and master of those arts which speak to man in narcotic
I have no identity or nationality I'm the one who chances the tide I've got no real name revolution is my game and there will be mercy to none I'm like
for everybody Renovate the town in blood with a slaughter What's the matter? you're not soundin so tough Am I callin your bluff? When them high tides
the tide Dance and sing under gunfire Open wings slowly take flight... Around these parts a fly can live--- A fly can live a thousand years but a man
like an elephant man Blunts swollen, bloated like an elephant man Past getting high, smokin' for the hell of it man If you ain't Grindtime You irrelevant man
silver The offering's grief for Deceiver's pride, Salvation man is a cup of fire But hope is the star on a morning tide The Spirit is over town, waiting
hopes unspoken When the tears of man will cease And his mother holds him closer For he is the Prince of peace Let the bells ring out these tidings Let
[DOVE:] I'm buggin' [POS:] E-ghostbusters [DOVE:] Mercy, mercy, (ego trip, ego trip) Mercy! (ego trip, ego trip), Mercy!!! [MASE:] Aaah!!! Aaah!!!
B. Yeats) Turning and turning Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The center cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide