One Day As A Lion Album

They say that in war
That truth
Be the first casualty
So I dig in selector
I the resurrector
Fly my shit
Sever your neck
Wider than ever
With my tongue
Dipped in funk arsenic
Burn this illusion
This lie
This straight arson shit
Your arsenal stripped
Power ain't full jackets
And clips
It's my ability
To define phenomenon
Raw Crenshaw '84
Boogie down before
L.A.
When the war break off
Where you be take off
Stand in full face off
With the M1 millimeter
Let the rhythm
Of the chamber hit 'em
Let the rich play
Catch with 'em
Better yet make 'em eat
'Em and shit 'em
Till they
So full of holes
That they drown
In their own
I'm like a nail stuck
In the wrist
Of they Christmas
Don't need radio
To leave their family
A witness

Muhammad
And Christ would life
Would lay
Your body down
To a tune
So wild international
In the desert
Full of bullets
Let your body rot
With my chrome
With my verse
With my body rock

In this era
Where DJs behave
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Be paid to be slaves
We raid airwaves
To be sane
And what's raining
From the station
Cash fascination
Like living dead
Fed agents
Distract us fast
From a disaster's
Wrath for sure
Air war was flooded
Like the 9th ward
On the AM, on the AM
Turn and face them
Hatred and mayhem
Slay them, dangerous
I take razor steps
It's the swing
From the bling
To the bang on the left
It's the murderous return
Boom back full strap
Your six
That got clipped
You can't clap back
With minimal lift
And criminal flow
I'm killing them soft
And billing them for
Everything stole
And once again
I'm that nail
In the wrist
Of they Christmas
Watch me
Make their family
A witness

Muhammad
And Christ would life
Would lay
Your body down
To a tune
So wild international
In the desert
Full of bullets
Let your body rot
With my chrome
With my verse
With my body rock

Muhammad
And Christ would life
Would lay
Your body down
To a tune
So wild international
In the desert
Full of bullets
Let your body rot
With my chrome
With my verse
With my body rock

International
International

Muhammad
And Christ would life
Would lay
Your body down
To a tune
So wild international
In the desert
Full of bullets
Let your body rot
With my chrome
With my verse
With my body rock

Muhammad
And Christ would life
Would lay
Your body down
To a tune
So wild international
In the desert
Full of bullets
Let your body rot
With my chrome
With my verse
With my body rock

blood done been running down streets flood with beats
pepper spray over cracked concrete
so vicious make a rich mans neck split
underworld bout to wreck shit bet this
banks closed stomachs churning
lines and rows cops blastin out church windows
they heard word of two on a terror list
hid in the pews just two city terrace kids
one held a piece just for peace of mind
the other was spittin poems blowin minds
on the picket line
barricades lay cross made with bumpers and burning tires
and you could smell the exhaust
and you could hear the kids screaming don't
play us, too close
you can have the mic or the heater but you can't hold both

and they were both...
and they were both...

ocean of tears rise, rise a flame to tear them down
ocean of past crimes now fill our hearts to tear them down

the water main's cut off panic hit the manor of the
mayor who's soft
word hit the streets that the cops got off
they shook to rhythm of heaters that burned
like claps of thunder
you turn to look at vengeance returned that shatter control
after the whole shock of the news that a bomb hit the
bridge at broadway
gridlock full stop every exit way from Chavez to main
downtown was the same
every corner a flame with lines of people stripped of they clothes
freeze hold up your ID's their houses burned as they watched
the colonel looked at his clock

and they were all...
and they were all...

oceans of tears rise, rise a flame to tear them down
ocean of past crimes now fill our hearts to tear them down

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the bastard son i spit non fiction
in exile for a while now with raw friction
never be a pawn the boomerang be upon you
i'm like Fela with my heart in Venezuela
its a world favela so fuck the novela
i'm out of the cellar with a blade and some cheddar
for the whole new world order you to bow down
to the now sound of slavery the era be
terrible terror filled terrified
why would we ever let a few white christian fiction's
shape our tomorrow followers them
cause tomorrow got a gun to its head

time is coming
rising like the dawn of a red sun
if you fear dying then you're already dead

i'm in with the spirit of Ali Touré
as I target more heads than a priest on ash wednesday
paid and hungry you pigs on gold ropes
have the mic or the heater but you can't hold both
you could snatch one and catch the blast of the other
i'm Chicano soprano high off my pitch ammo
i'm a put a crack in your diamond pimp cup
so vest up i'm your cross turned right side up
i'm the press leak that downed you aide
i'm the orange jump suit thats taylor made
i'm the crescent, the sickle, so sharp the blade
i'm the flick of the shank that opened your veins
i'm the dusk, i'm the frightening calm
i'm a hole in the pipeline i'm a road side bomb

time is coming
rising like the dawn of a red sun
if you fear dying then you're already dead

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