stand for something Sweep The Leg! Then you don't stand for nothin Sweep The Leg! Gonna suffer the repercussions Sweep The Leg! A coward dies a thousand times Death
Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe. What? What? My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin here is deaf Mics come with a teflon vest, my words
respect ya You can run and hide, in the end we gon'getcha Boom-biddy-by-by Original Roots In Stereo So rep the streets you ride on. Chant dem down with
What you know about that. Fallin, Fallin Babylon! The so called great. Dead weight. Dread 'bout to update the death rate in one take, Make no mistake
Oh, yeah, yeah, Come on! Walked in the place, and everybody looked down at we Disgust on their face, but we don't mind cause we're too busy smiling Never
Imperial, Righteous respects, cause we ain't done yet Lock it down, and overthrow all the pirates And get out of town, can you see them smiling Blisters
take your isms stay clear We keep it lovely, give you want you won't hear (no you won't hear) And Matisyahu in the house, stand clear. P.O.D. in the
And is this where we need to be? Or are we tired of looking? Searching, for more than eyes can see, For something to believe in. It slipped away, fell
