Fall Hostile Lyrics:
Nobody ever gave him a good turn. What do you
expect? He was always let down. They never wanted
to let his action down. But also they wanted it
sublime [capitalism] and [equarty] equally. He was
always in the middle for him. On the fields of
Brooklyn. They said tone it down. Hill understood
them. But he is hostile. We are the elite gansters
of the damned, criminals of the damp. Just
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troubadours, and put-down to hostiles. For years
they have believed we were inspired by the Holy
Spirit and the work of God. They still recognize
that many prominent M.C. members are wondeful
people. They're warm, intelligent, but terribly
misguided. Slowly, painfully, he become
disillusioned. They call us "shadowy."
Anti-hostile. They demand to know, with a
touching, naive faith of the individual. Hostile.
Many times, brothers, have they tried an aesthetic
against rhythmn. And now we're old, elite of the
damned. Anti-hostile.
Lyrics: Hostile, Fall [end]