off him put it on me [06:13.65]Oh, I'm feeling so lonely [06:17.95]And I'm holding back my tears [06:23.80]Come on! [06:24.60]I don't wanna a
hand You march on our command You fight until the death You fight 'til life runs out of you And you draw your final breath Heroes, heroes We must hold them on
liquor We prayed all night in the mosque Tell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year" Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year
[Gift of Gab] Sent vibrations for years, I've been waiting for years I've been patient for years, we ain't playin' this year We hold stake in this here
change cause we're all in the same gang [Tone-Loc] Now as a youth I used to get my bang on And on the ave get my part-time slang on Upon a time for me
hand, You march on our command, You fight until the death, You fight 'til life runs out of you, And you draw your final breath, Heroes, heroes, We must hold them on
play the violin and I seldom dance or ski. They say there never was a hero brave and strong as me. But when you're this year's hero, son, you're next year
put on some Chamilli on on some Chamilli I put on some Chamilli on on some Chamilli I put on east side I put on southside I put on westside I put on
HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE: Part: III) [ALTARUS:] And so, it ends. You have learned much, young Xerxes. Your training is nigh on complete. The years which you
on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
of people thought Last of the Mohicans Well, maybe not the last Can't come with me on this trip, Loaf Gettin the shakes now Last call for drinks Bar'
finest hoes. Choosin? which whip to drive by what match my clothes. I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man If I ain?t gotta pistol on me
some liquor We prayed all night in the mosque Tell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year" Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year
clay cuz you get's Play-Doh Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro Hit the dime on the combo
the last True hero from the past Sailor, come here... I hear a trace of the ocean noise Fascinated...! The move of waves is like a voice Hero come near I can hold on
heroes go ?...Carrying the first necklace of death... His preaching the belief of eternal Happiness to rest. Or were his angels just UFOs vapor trails lead from another light year