Look them act like running a gang Got to bring it up This is not a game We bring it up this is not my name I don't want them running around them
They spit you are saying amen Got to give it up This is what u get U give it up This is what u hate Don't come crying about it Here comes another one And I got my word on a tasty sound Why you hold a gun? Why you do like you do? Are you having fun? No You watch your back now man There is a real strong smell of Armageddon And I'm Mediterranean I'm a Yamani Arebi Israelian I know you like to chase the million When you going to get it done? Once u get a million you want to get another one And another one, and another one Why you want to hold a gun and have control on every one?
Bla bla bla, look out The driver is in coma Talking and thinking got him living in denial Look ahead we are about to crash I'm going to do something, do something I don't want to die Dark and cloudy and we're about to hit a turn Batteries running low and he is squeezing on the gas Temperatures are about to blow And he's heating up the place And what are you going to do? Who is the daily fool? Bring him on, burn him down Get your self a different clown Because historically we're damned to do the same again Get your story going somewhere where your story can Drinking water from the gutter, sucking acid rain And your story is telling what it is to be a man