Sickness by Bobby Digitial

RZA som förklarade i en intervju för många år sen att han lämnat bakom sig att gå runt med ett rakblad i mungipan och röka cigaretter i Harlem, att han ständigt måste gå vidare, är någon alla alltid borde hoppas att få lyssna till.



Even though we see through your wicked intentions
We gave you land to experiment with your inventions
But you strive for global lynchin', extension
But it's yourself that will become extinct
You inherit this power to think and build things
The free wills of love, not hate or kill things
And when you went astray, we sent prophets to reveal
things
And left scriptures behind to fulfill things
But you still wanna kill things, rob and steal things
So don't blame us when it's time to fulfill things and
kill Kings

Raise the sword and praise the Lord
On this wicked society, society
Raise your sword and praise the Lord
It's a wicked society, society
Praise the Lord and raise your sword
Against this wicked society
Rage the war
Against this wicked society