Tekst:
Beneath These Words With An Open Hand

sink low No we can't meet tonight under the mistletoe With all these wondering eyes it will soon blow With an open hand I want to be discovered anew With an open

. Is it any wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force When so called radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite? Yesterday

my bootie, with disco in her soul. So much for indecision, so quick did she decide, the temptress with her doors open inviting me inside. "I want to take you home with

Incant these words of sacred rule Seal me in my crimson cell [Lead: Mike] And still inside the chamber stands A single cell with crimson hue Resealed by spoken word

, roots and culture It gets deep, I scuba dive beneath the street Then rise through concrete with New and improved beats And kick emcees in they teeth with

black engines a-skulkin' Has gone east While you're left to explain them to me Released from their hairless and blind cavalry With your hands in your

of the north; an eon-veiled kingdom forever steeped in ancient legendry and the renown of its martial splendour... but of late, an ill wind whispers malignly

dared venture in his sacred lands. Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base of the valley, preparing to march with

with his chest all exposed Bustin bout bitches he be hittin and his stupid ass clothes Bitch smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin' But I was anticipatin with