Letras
Standing on the conquered land
Dust where the column stands
Where atoms turned rocks into sand
Where scrolls rewritten
And the gold goes missing
Locks on the fort knox
Get popped off quicker
Then bras in the Guinness
What an odd skill
From the palm kill
Blood spill on the high hill
For the paper
Roman gladiators
Total bally fit
We control the haters
Burn the pages
So they never no the way
Cut it from the root
Then hide it in plain view
It's gems in the tomb
It's propaganda in the cartoons
While war looms
Dr. Seuss for the youth
Keep em glued to the tube
Golden rule
Give em two sides to choose
And who live and who die
Is who sides with truth
The winners sip the fruit
Configure the institute
Give us high praise
When you see us you salute!