man on the balcony Singing nobody will ever remember me Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees Lunatic of a God or a God of a lunatic Oh, their faces are
comes of something when I'm just the ghost of nothing? 'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': "Nobody will ever remember me," Rejoice, rejoice and fall
of something when I'm just the ghost of nothing? 'I'm just the man on the balcony singing': "Nobody will ever remember me," Rejoice, rejoice and fall
on me Watch out boy (boy!) It's comin fast (fast) White lightning's 'bout to strike It don't matter who up in here boy (boy!) There's sixteen inmates
strong, stand tall and never fall Quick to get ticked off Every other day, take this wit'cha (Wit'cha) The politics stretched out, we all stressed out
This goes out to everybody in the whole wide world Fresh coast gettin? rowdy We don?t represent out west we signifyin? We showin? out And we about to
Bros., Qwest and JCOR's name) Strange, we independent and you suckas Are the enemy you fuckin up the industry You bustas will remember me To all you hataz in power we
New York and we live for you Sling for you My squad struck oil Now we coppin', platinum things Diamond rings, nice cosy things And a party for free From
the buck n'bloody fractures on my body Bustin' out on the public, bringin' the ruckus Screamin', die punk motherfuckers Reminisce on how them hoes put the nigga on crutches Smokin' on
falls down upon us We rise from the fog uncomparable to any other form of life Together we ride by night, unidentified, unseen, unknown Yes we are the
, darkness falls down upon us We rise from the fog uncomparable to any other form of life Together we ride by night, unidentified, unseen, unknown Yes we are
cock put on the spot let there body rott mask wit bullet proof on but it won't save you choose from tha nine he got stun from tha blow left in black
out later ownin' everybody's home that you fuckin' with Wheezy F baby, please say the baby Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on
cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game There are fake patches on his jacket
where we coming from Life as an outlaw ain't meant for everyone so here we come Recognize how we organize Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
said of life. From birth we are threatened and beaten into submission By family, church, school and state. From then on we're easy game for the powermongers