or nice Damned for all of my sacrifice (Repeat Chorus) Damned for the knowledge I know Damned for having a mind of my own Damned for what my eyes see Damned for
, Duke is real Stay lookin' for the loot to steal He determined, don't try to touch Bad Boy 'cause we's burnin' I want my glory Duke is not a joke an
18, damned and defiant Against the lies of this world I couldn't keep quiet Off with my hair, I made my alliance Not a show of fashion, but an act of
Living and dying for the bloody truth Inflicting rebellion in endless conflict Releasing the fury of the hammers of doom Immortal attempt for the mass
my final straw Pre-Chorus: There comes a time when one has to learn Mess with fire, you're gonna get burned Life is short, and I don't give a damn Cause
many scenes I've met so many faces, it all seems like a dream Wherever there is good, the bad always follows Those that live for today, and those that live for
damn You fought for democracy never knowing why That it's not your land, why should you die? You became a pawn in the governments game Giving your life for
I used to bump into Tammy in the club Few of them, she even helped a nigga get in See a person long enough you know you bound to get fly wit em Care for
do drugs, I'm just trying to get Something to eat. if you can give just a penny, a nickel..a dime, a Quarter..anything will be greatly appreciated. thank you for
tolerate Lies from a kingdom built on dread Yet what if naught exists above? No shining glory and no god You question not, blindly believe Upon your ignorance I shall feast Damn
away How the hell did you ever get to be so damn slick? You'll come slidin', slidin' down one day But I'm on a train bound for glory Goin' klickity klack
Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those who seek eternity For
guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those who seek eternity For those who yearn prosperity
keep thinking im on the last chapter No tip-for-tat, I aint equipped for that Back in New York, chit chat with a Mitchells bag (Thanks to shaun for
gonna crush you bet-ter Get naked for the record! The name K-Superior easin in without the ointment Your style couldn't see me if it had a damn appointment
of the vanquished still ring in my ears And for what? I've blood on my hands I wait for my place in the halls of the damned And If I could go back and
