Donnie Dopeflow
01-18-06, 06:37 PM
We rok that black mikro-phone chrome twenty-thirty-seven-A.
Run with dirty men that spray.
'Cause we have to...government will cap you, wrap you, kidnap you.
The bullets that they use have poison capsules.
Toxic material, your brain soaks it in. A change of uniform and now you're
with them.
We rok that black mikro-phone chrome twenty-thirty-seven-A.
Run with dirty men that spray.
Rebel forces are low but we can't give in.
If we dress like the enemy we can fit in.
Looking at our comrades, what have they done to them?
There must be something that can be done for them.
The enemies outnumber us we can't just put the gun to them.
I found an order. Top secret classified.
It's all here. The President and NASA lied.
This war is not for justice, it's solely for profit.
Now that we have proof, maybe we can stop it.
We rok that black mikro-phone chrome twenty-thirty-seven-A.
Run with dirty men that spray.
We've escaped the base. Our faith rekindled.
But artillery is low and are troops have dwindled.
We need to retrieve our stolen friends.
If we can't get them then we've reached our end.
We rok that black mikro-phone chrome twenty-thirty-seven-A.
Run with dirty men that spray.
Run with dirty men that spray.
'Cause we have to...government will cap you, wrap you, kidnap you.
The bullets that they use have poison capsules.
Toxic material, your brain soaks it in. A change of uniform and now you're
with them.
We rok that black mikro-phone chrome twenty-thirty-seven-A.
Run with dirty men that spray.
Rebel forces are low but we can't give in.
If we dress like the enemy we can fit in.
Looking at our comrades, what have they done to them?
There must be something that can be done for them.
The enemies outnumber us we can't just put the gun to them.
I found an order. Top secret classified.
It's all here. The President and NASA lied.
This war is not for justice, it's solely for profit.
Now that we have proof, maybe we can stop it.
We rok that black mikro-phone chrome twenty-thirty-seven-A.
Run with dirty men that spray.
We've escaped the base. Our faith rekindled.
But artillery is low and are troops have dwindled.
We need to retrieve our stolen friends.
If we can't get them then we've reached our end.
We rok that black mikro-phone chrome twenty-thirty-seven-A.
Run with dirty men that spray.