soon to be Self-destroyed, unemployed The rap race will be lost without a trace Or a clue but what to do Is stop the violence and kick the science Down
[1st movement:] The only love my heart approaches Your tender eyes fill mind with roses I drink your wine And never will my heart dry inside Or be denied
-hop, and then Grandmaster Flash With the invention of the mixer, on to Run-D.M.C. and then myself} {And uhh, we created the Stop the Violence movement
at Latin Quarters in 1987 with Afrika Bambaataa - he threw the first one, that I attended We kept the tradition going through the Stop the Violence Movement
'em, Cha-cha, and bon bon goo They think I'm crazy, well I do too Leave me alone please, I'm in my two three zone please Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop
't modest At least I'm not ... I'm talking bout violence and some nonsense Of any age Old school or Novice And you know I got this And they can't stop
in cement Time is well spent when you present the love over torment to rock like 'em ornaments So stop with the foolishness! The love movement, we explored
lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule? How is it that
't need a reason, they never do The state uses violence to keep everything in their order We don't use violence to find a role in this society We use violence
will never win a Grammy Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead And stop the rap
As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is stopped short- a dying breath a singing shore. Then the only movement
heartaches, rest in peace Riders died, death is unexplainable when you die We don't got to stoop low We don't got to stoop low We don't got to stoop
to CHRISTINE) Stay back! PHANTOM I'm here, I'm here, monsieur: the angel of death! Come on, come on, monsieur Don't stop, don't stop! (Three more fireballs
walls, Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule?
anything More than the riches That the people possess So now you are going to see The violence that comes A movement of truth has begun We left the
cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, well I do too Leave me alone please, I'm in my two-three zone please Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop
