circunstancias siempre tendre lo que quiera tener. Estoy orgulloso de mi forma de ser, de mi familia y de nuestro crecer siempre unidos dispuestos a defender...Confrontacion
[Jekyll] Its over now I know inside, No one will ever know... The sorry tale of Edward Hyde, And those who died... No one must ever know... They'd only
Come we go burn down Babylon one more time (Come we go burn down Babylon one more time); Come we go chant down Babylon one more time (Come we go chant
Woy a, natty congo A dreadlock congo I Woy a, natty congo A blackman redemption Woy yo, yo yo A blackman redemption Woy yo, wo wo No need no need to
Give thanks and praises to the Most-I (Jah!); Give thanks and praises so high (so high). He will not deceive us my brethren; He will only lead us again
Wo, man, deh you are! When the race gets hard to run, It means you just can't take the pace. When it's time to have your fun, You find the tears run
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, yeah! Well, it's not easy, It's not easy Speak the truth, come on, speak. Eh, now! It ever cause it what it will: He who hide
Rastaman, live up Bongoman, don't give up Congoman, live up, yeah Binghi-man don't give up Keep your culture Don't be afraid of the vulture Grow your
Stiff necked fools, you think you are cool To deny me for simplicity Yes, you have gone for so long With your love for vanity, now Yes, you have got the
(Scoop, scoop, scoop, scoo-doo; Scoop, scoop wa-doo.) Up a cane river to wash my dread; Upon a rock I rest my head. There I vision through the seas of
Intro: Am Am/G D E Am Am/G D E E Am Am/G D E A5 Am
{No it's seven so it's five hours before 1998 Here's the song And the last time I One two three, one two three} Contrast and compare between the busy
You show me love You got my back, yeah You always here No one could compare, nigga [Incomprehensible], my nigga for life, what? Remember when we met
Patrick, you see, I'm growing a mustache And though I know I must ask you Does it really make me look like a man? Spongebob, being a man is just a tough
Will you destroy the righteous with the wicked Shine your mercy on but fifty men Show me ten yet worthy to see the sun again Though you?re naught but
This is the voice of disquiet A blue collar massacre Calling up from the belly of the south We will be heard Throw it in gear You wanna drive us down
Silent, grimly faced, we march them down Calls from above, behind these walls these cowards hide This city, this land, a promise we have to claim Stretched
Behold I come like a thief, my kingdom I bring I come to purge the Prince of Death from off the earth To war, to bring death not peace, to cleanse now
