's why we won't back down, we won't run and hide Yeah 'cause these are the things that we can't deny I'm passing over you like a satellite So catch me
it That's why we won't back down We won't run and hide Cuz these are the things we can't deny I'm passing over you like a satellite So catch me if I
in it That's why we won't back down We won't run and hide Cuz these are the things we can't deny I'm passing over you like a satellite So catch me if
western plains Is it telling you you gotta go? That your heart's been burning way to slow I guess I'm the last to know again But I will rise up, I will
hear.. Ohh ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Wow, wow, The reasons why, we hear.. [killah priest] 4 grain worn, baptism of form, avoid the vast My space avoids, again
critics ain't with it, then their domes is beneath We be the Funk, Four mind as one umm, Crumbs umm he told us peace, it was against his beliefs We couldn
Waiting for the moon to rise again Across the darkened sky Stars, they will shine again They're shining above you Satellite dreams come raining down
up in debt When their called they try to fake it But one morning the clock will chime And no more birds come flying by And temperature's keep rising
beautiful morning for satellites Even an angel can end up falling Don't you cry because you're crawling Start again, it's a beautiful morning for satellites, satellites
the sky to the statue of hope She is holding the flame as the island awoke To the city of dreams, where the angel still sleeps See the satellites glow as they rise
Remember the good old 1980's When things were so uncomplicated I wish I could go back there again And everything could be the same I've got a ticket
me Prepare for the next milleni' I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat Hold your satellite Son,
me Prepare for the next milleni' I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat Hold your satellite son,
[C:] Out of the seven classic arts Rhetoric rises to bust the charts The master of agony invites you to the Forum Louder than Romanum's decadent decorum