Go Get the Cops Lyrics
Don't be surprised there once was a light All scuffed up and blurry it raced over time Don't even try getting away Go get the cops Why don't you stop thinking it over? Thinking it over, thinking it over.
Back to attack like mortal combat,
Knockin 'em flat with contact,
On site, (passing others by strong direction),
We must evade this infection,
Thousand foot, got my back to protection,
Strong in every never-been-down road,
We never been off of it, can't get enough of it,
I'm out-spoken, in case ya didn't notice,
I'm all about telling lost souls that need to know this,
My sound's more (rap than the crib),
Me, myse

Real Bad Boys Lyrics
Chorus: Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers Cuz real bad boys movin' silence Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers Cuz real bad boys movin' silence Verse One: Shyheim

lf and my team rocks through the Ford,
Like a 7/11, all day all night,
Our God we boast hard,
On the reel,
Represent my King and my God,
Got to get it get it,
Don't forget it,
Got the (curves) of a low B,
If ya let it,
That's the sound that's mean, extreme,
You trip with me and my team,
I'll show you what I mean.

I've been waiting so long,
To get where I'm going,
In the sunshine of Your love.

Life Without Reason Lyrics
One by one Counting the stars in the sky I thought millions of people will die Eventually Life without reason just can't be believed in On and on Circling 'round in my head As soon as you

We back to bring it, and got the whole town swinging,
Off the vibes that'll make you realize when you listen to the,
We obviously not the record best,
You can give it days more than anyone waits to play it,
On this microphone I wanna make known,
There ain't nothing but weirdness in this vocal tone,
In the kid's car in the stereo,
Or in ya CD players, tape deck and home stereo,
Break down the system,
I shot once but I

Seekers who are Lyrics
Brush by gracefully A love as big as a risk Fills you up And you can? look on The breath of god in my mouth A love you can taste God get some paste He and I, breath to breath Clothed

missed 'em,
You think I'm a freak, but you never listen,
You want plastic Thousand Foot so fast,
That Krutch the new made-for-plastic we everlasting,
So I turn the volume up to ten again,
Just to let 'em know,
We'll never let 'em in,
Break the mold when I explode into your eardrum,
If you want it come and get some.

I've been waiting so long,
To get where I'm going,
In the sunshine of Your love.