Слова:
Green Rage Existence

rage of Harlem Po-po's harder, team free-on, we so cold Red like beam be on sight, we got weed neon green We got a one yay, Celine Deion white, green

passes me by While the clock on the wall is racing I fight for shreds of feeling Inside, time keeps stealing mine A dreamless dance Where instance defies existence

York Where the Mayor, condones the outline in chalk And the big blue gang stalks and bangs your corpse And forced like American rebels into a rage To

his forehead was divided into streaks of green & purple like those on a tyger's forehead: soon we saw his mouth & red gills hung just above the raging

Blow the air from the roof And anything movin' this is a stick up If you fiends even hiccup you layin' flat You wanna face this rage? Somebody threw some

inside His bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of Harlem Po-po's harder, team free-on, we so cold Red like beam be on sight, we got weed neon green