[promoe}
once upon a time not long ago
when people were still livin' in the northern zone
they could still breath and everybody wasn't dead
somebody recorded a song
this is what it said
after the first and the second world wars
you'd think us europeans couldn't take it no more
but we built up and tore down the berlin wall
only to build a new and improved the rhyme crumblein
fort
europa
this one was a bit tricky
not visible to the naked eye
and if you was lucky
you could slip through the cracks and the crevasis
tuckin'
your life under your arms this way some people snuck
in
only to become second class citizens
not listed in the system not existin' in a sense
illegal immigrants
the word left a bitter scent
this place is cold and evil i should have never went
to

[promoe]
fort europa
my so called utopia
where i cant find no culture
feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
right here in fort europa
where I can't find no culture
feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer

[supreme]
well i guess you know about how i dreamt of super
power
wanted to roll with the bad boys
but got butt-fucked in the showers
to scared to hold our own ground
cant beat 'em join 'em we down
stay with the winnin team by any means
bring in another round
and bottoms up while they drown
invitations at the door members only no hangarounds
inside the fortress of fine ass
we appreciate
the less fortunate smile as long as she looked high
class
and as the problem were swallowin for the almighty
euro
but you know we put our brothers out of bussiness
though
make sure they not leavin that over loose end hope of
a life reside a force
sendin 'em back home and so forth
cause we got
employment issues we got kids of our own
tryin to tear down the wall but chrome and black ink
flow
keep 'em out at all cost
this aint the time to go soft
we stand united or this soon will be lost
inside

[promoe]
fort europa
my so called utopia
where i cant find no culture
feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
right here in fort europa
where I can't find no culture
feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer

[cos.m.i.c
as yo we try to live our lives in protected homes
dont worry 'bout no one and get your own
the weak people is just a steppin' stone
on the road to the riches we headin' for
anybody coming away we gun 'em away
whoever got something to say better be running away
but i stay to see through the peep holes
cause people like that is all we know
and
all of these lies and false promises
that shit will come back to the god nemises
you
whoever pick up this a hundred years from now
here's the last song before we all go down
the revolution is a moment away
the tensions in the air that is coming our way
but
powerfull forces do they best
they count the raps so they'll suite the west
temperatures rises aint no turnin' back
at this point where the world is at
hate 'em for a cross road which way to go
heaven or hell only you say you know

[promoe]
fort europa
my so called utopia
where i cant find no culture
feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
right here in fort europa
where I can't find no culture
feel the walls getting closer and closer and closer
right here in fort europa
nothing but claustrophobia
right here in fort europa
nothing but xenophobia
right here in fort europa
nothing but claustrophobia
right here in fort europa
right now