{Within the same school, the idea was that   We'd later combine both styles, unify the techniques   But still, we were too young   Too full of ignorant pride in our own succulent sorrow}      Oh, no, some people, them illegal   What you got you can't keep here   Oh, no, some people, them illegal   All that rise, a lotta evil      Open the jails and set the men free   Well, the Devils and witches are looming on me   And the fighting and the robbing induce slavery   A decision of descension into insanity      Oh, no, some people, them illegal   What you got you can't keep here   Oh, no, some people, them illegal   All that rise, a lotta evil      Humility will hold you and never let you go   To all my friends, well, much gratitude   And to all the wicked, I've got my eyes on you   And everyone stands in confusion      Oh, no, some people, them illegal   What you got you can't keep here   Oh, no, some people, them illegal   All that rise, a lotta evil      {To do the job, you've got to   Prepare yourself to die}      Put 'em up, put 'em in, run 'em out, run quicker   Cool to the breath, G, quicker than liquor   Quicker than any motherfucker that I know   Rack 'em up and stomp 'em wherever he'll go      Rancid pack, I'm a blast it   Blasted lyrics of elastic   With a 12 gauge double barrel lyric gun   Shoot 'em up free and smack down      Reconcile with the culturalist   Proclamation to the nihilist   Down to the propagandist   Take me off of that fucking list      Open the jails and set the men free   Well, the devils and witches are looming on me   Well, the fighting and the robbing induce slavery   A decision of descension into insanity      Oh, no, some people, them illegal   What you got you can't keep here   Oh, no, some people, them illegal   All that rise, a lotta evil      Oh, no, some people, them illegal   What you got you can't keep here   Oh, no, some people, them illegal   All that rise, a lotta evil      Oh, no, some people, them illegal   Oh, no