• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wow - Kanye West
• Against - Sepultura
• Against - Mischief Brew
• Agonised - Benediction
• Against - Kekal
• Agonized - Paradigma

I go to Jacob wit 25 thou, you go wit 25 hundred, wow
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single, damn, nigga, wow
H to the Izzo, did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Y'all niggas want credit but y'all need to slow down
Kanye to the killin', y'all from Chi-town, how your wife gon' say
She never sold drugs a day in her life but she still wanna pump the ye
And y'all mad 'cuz y'all not knowin' 'cuz these canaries so yellow
When y'all pull up whether to stop or keep goin'
I got G?s, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves
That's showin', tucked in strap showin'
How he get seven TV?s in that ?lac ?lac
3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back, back
While you in that hatchback
And tryin' to sell work and don?t get shit from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya daps back
And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped
And that?s that
I go to Jacob wit 25 thou, you go wit 25 hundred, wow
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single, damn, nigga, wow
Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-town go getting pimps, we mob stars
Gingerbread man even says, ?You?re a monster?
Remember that, 'Uh-Huh' that?s that trek shit
Remember back in ?92 niggas used to catch reck shit
Remember that track I tracked for you 'bout 3 months ago
'Uh-huh' that?s the one, now, cut my check, bitch
And I ain't feelin' that Lexus or that CLK
See me like damn A C L K
Yeah that?s how we eatin' and keep us looking peace and then
I ain't know we rap as good as he do beats and then
I go to Jacob wit 25 thou, you go wit 25 hundred, wow
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single, damn, nigga, wow
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Y'all niggas want credit but y'all need to slow down

The more I see, the more I hate
The more I learn, the more I fake
The less I try, the less I get
The less I'm in, I'm never out
Don't do that (I knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it, knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it, knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it, knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it, knew it)
You don't know and I don't know
The circle seems the same
Falling down or standing up
I care what is against
Don't do that (I knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it, knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it, knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it, knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it)
Don't do that (I knew it, knew it)
What the fuck (You blew it)
What the fuck (You blew it, blew it)
What the fuck (You blew it)
What the fuck (You blew it, blew it)
What the fuck (You blew it)
What the fuck (You blew it, blew it)
What the fuck (You blew it)
What the fuck (You blew it, blew it)

No more songs against the war
Too many already and I don't want to sing them anymore
It's f-u-c-k, 1 2 3 4
Hey Joe, where can I go with two cents in my hand for billionaires and oil lords?
These songs for peace
How I wish they'd turn into antiques
To never sing against war again
Songs for peace
How I wish they'd turn into antiques
To never sing against war again
How can any of us sleep
When slaughter's what it takes to show such strength in human unity?
To bring us all into the streets?
I know I told you that I wouldn't march no more but strange how yesterday repeats
These songs for peace
How I wish they'd turn into antiques
To never sing against war again
Songs for peace
How I wish they'd turn into antiques
To never sing against war again
While the East was bein' won
Good little patriots were scared to wonder how their country might be run
It's because of all their bombs and guns
We got a million songs against the war and I hate every one of them
These songs for peace
How I wish they'd turn into antiques
To never sing against war again
Songs for peace
How I wish they'd turn into antiques
To never sing against war again
Liberation by the missiles of democracy
Liberation by the missiles of democracy
Liberation by the missiles of democracy
Liberation by the missiles of democracy
These songs for peace
How I wish they'd turn into antiques

Agonising road to ruin
Fright filled roots of soul
Iconoclasmic nightmare watching
Grief now uncontrolled
Uncertain loss, my pain - frustration
Now to reign regret
Wreaking havoc, near undoing
The trauma that dejects
CHORUS:
Desolated mindful obstruct
Shattered scream to loudly erupt
Pierce the night, a resoundning crash
Lying dormant, bleeding and gashed
Agonised
Innocence removed fleetingly
Childhood replayed
Remembering the best of times
Still remain dismayed
Near loss of one who's so close
Loving relative
Wishing I could turn the clock back
Lose my will to live
(CHORUS)
Driven to distraction grossly
Morbid mind, it roars
Taken from this mortal coil?
Is the Reaper at the door?
Linear thinking - positive
Yet defeat never stops
Overriding all the senses
Heart begins to drop
(CHORUS)
Agonised
Fear the worst, irrational
Wounds are unsevere
Recovery is imminent
Temped fate now cleared
Relief bringing but emotion
Tears begin to flow
A life was spared from grisly ending
A life still yet to grow
(CHORUS)
Agonised

Shining - darkened - warming coldness
I am, you are, in this mortal coil
There is something inside you who always try to fight against me
And something inside me who always want to deny you
An animal of pseudo-consciousness I have become
A light of truth is hiding inside my illicit darkness
So many years of seemingly unending contradictions
So many times I'd given up in battling this depression
An animal with lack of self-esteem I have become

A vision through a moonstill water
The story of a long lost child
Inside this gruesome blackness
This massive hole of emptiness
From the ever he could touch the sky
Yet as he tried to climb
The walls crumbled to dust
And inside, the boy appeared
I watched him grow, I saw his eyes
As he turned away in cries
How it hurts
And the tears taste like blood
From the ever he could touch the sky
Yet as he tried to climb the walls
They crumbled into dust
I ran away from life
Through those walls that imprisoned me
Within myself, inside my pain and misery
As the preludium silenced
I wiped away my crystallized tears