Just here tonight we are the same, we are the same And with your heart, I'm coming home We'll fly away
: Just here tonight we are the same, we are the same And with your heart, I'm coming home We'll fly away
used to the vibes of ruined lives Sounds in the chamber I was hidden in was so spine-tinglin' I was tremblin' Envisionin' the fear, here within a new
own world I'd build you an empire From here to the far lands To spread love like violence If I had my own world I'd build you an empire From here to
the horizon for someone recognizing that I might have been queen For every sun that sets there is a new one dawning For every empire crushed there is a brand new
empire Live and direct from the undercover empire Live and direct from the undercover empire Live and direct, live and direct Live and direct from the undercover empire
yo' back The sons of Africa just invented this shit called rap Tellin' my secrets that's why I'm puttin' their heads on flat Built an empire quick
- ons. Coming forth on desert ground, the incarnation of a king in sleep profound. Another self-proclaimed king, set to rule in the new empire. On a mission
river cruise It's the Empire State buffoons Oh you know the story well Do you have to run, do you have to hide? There's a new tomorrow Yes, you're a
A binary hug or kiss Post industrial bliss Can be wrung from utility mist They stole the great arcanum The secret fire Moloch found his gold For the new empire
scandles I handle, still on some calm shit Darts spit, Mr. Corleone's orders for cross water Myalansky, As astatsian type, pearl torture Street cat burn your empire
there's a way I can see visions and dreams I know there's a way I can delineate any new empire the colors I'm crying to secrets they're drying and now
If I had my own world I'd build you an empire From here to the far lands To spread love like violence If I had my own world I'd build you an empire From
networks of caves $40 billion dollars for 40,000 graves Collateral damage and friendly fire Talking the talk of the undercover empire (live and direct from the undercover empire
yo' back The sons of Africa just invented this shit called rap Tellin' my secrets that's why I'm puttin' their heads on flat Built an empire quick and
my trainin' is real Look at the sword I wield, you will taste my steel Lyrical Fitness is no secret of course But the secret to creativity, hidin' your
the ground) by two birds Off with their heads and out with their secrets May the private interest revealed provoke public digest Snap a frame of groveling, faultering empire
the vibes of ruined lives Sounds in the chamber I was hiden in was so spine-tinglin I was tremblin Envisionin the fear, here within a new Millenium Where