Tekst:
Blood Flames And Gas

flames and gas flames devours all skin flames devours all hair flames devours all flesh those flames devours all bones flames devours everything remaining gold and

corpses flames and gas flames devours all skin flames devours all hair flames devours all flesh those flames devours all bones flames devours everything remaining gold and

cell you must endure forever Hell, boundless hell Ruins, the rumble of flames Gas, smoke, death and the horror Minds changed, never the same Images, nightmares, screaming, sweating Again and

in this gun And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and

and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged

cash blast and mash the gas, droppin like my ashes get past this, ho style wicked nigga with fashion you see my pashion, is rippin the microphones and

get, and how they handle they biz How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans And how they stay wit four pounders And

contact me, and get wit me And still end up bein mad 'cause I charge 50 And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz And screw yo awardz, my son

contact me, and get wit me And still end up bein mad 'cause I charge 50 And as for you suckaz, you can keep those rapz And screw yo awardz, my son