Lyrics

And they're lining
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and

And they're lining

Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
They fire they fire they fire they fire
They fire they fire they fire they fire
Their bullets their bullets their bullets their bullets
They fire they fire they fire they fire
Their bullets Their bullets Their bullets Their bullets
And they're lining

What?

I marched with the breeders upon manhattan
I march with their leaders and ate their rations
I marched with the breeders upon manhattan
I torched every building that I could manage

They've got us surrounded

I bleed like a winner and take no prisoners
I plant car bombs on the police commissioner
Increasingly familiar with blunt force trauma
I juke the MAVIC-3's in my balaclava

The soldier points his gun right in his own direction

And they're lining

Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
They fire they fire they fire they fire
They fire they fire they fire they fire their
Ricochet ricochet ricochet ricochet
Their bullets their bullets their bullets
They fire they fire they fire they fire
They fire they fire they fire their bullets
Quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull
Ricochet ricochet ricochet ricochet
Quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull
(Quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull quiverfull)
(Ricochet ricochet ricochet ricochet)

I marched with breeders upon Long Island
Every sovereign land that we've won through violence
I keep my quiver full and seek new mothers
Khat and amphetamines replace my brothers

Happy is the man with no sword in his back and
Humble is the man with no arrows in his back and
Blessed are the men with no swords in their back and
Cursed is the man who's starting to crack and

The soldier points his own gun right in his own direction
The soldier points his own gun right in his own direction

Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and
Up on the corner and up on the corner and

(Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD
and the fruit of the womb is his reward
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man
So are children of the youth
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them
they shall not be ashamed
but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate)

They fire they fire they fire they fire
They fire they fire they fire they fire
Their bullet their bullets their bullets their bullets
Their bullet their bullets their bullets
They fire they fire they fire they fire
Their bullets their bullets their bullets
(They fire they fire they fire they fire)
(Their bullet their bullets their bullets their bullets)

They fire their
Bullets at me
They fire their
Bullets at me

They fire their bullets at me
(Up on the corner and)
(They fire)
(Their bullets)

And they're lining...