Слова:
Forbidden Feed The Hand

am I lost? Waving some flag for a cause, don't believe in Eat their words Understand Live the life Feed the hand The blood, the blood on the hands

hair It's forbidden, so no one goes there The struggle never stops 'til we wake up to spoiled milk And roaches crawling out our cereal box They feed

s dark reign Physical, mental agony shows Along which my life revolves Either you feel it, or you don't There are never lies involved Clutching to my abnormality Hand in hand

wishfull a mind confused a cry in the dark a soul seeking shelter in another torn heart words of discourage - struggling for hope a touch of protection - from a promising hand

'm in a hurry, spit 20 some rhymes per beat 'Cause pretty soon the human race will be obsolete And all our so-called leaders do is just talk so sweet The facts forbidden

cold earth with blood On our hands and faces We greet our brothers With horned wings and cold minds The dwelling and feeding It is complete Now we rise

so, 'cause she makes our children cry. It's a fact, she is exactly that! A harbinger of death from the world of Witchcraft, And she's feeding them cakes

'm in a hurry, spit 20 some rhymes per beat 'Cause pretty soon the human race will be obsolete And all our so-called leaders do is just talk so sweet The facts forbidden

Do, Do U" repeats all throughout the song*} [Intro: RZA (Method Man)] Come on my niggas, yo.. Put your guns in your right hand and hold it down towards