You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire; you build egos the size of cathedrals; fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse; grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold-plated fantasies, until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own God...
"Oni koji su vešti u borbi, ne obuzme ih bes. Oni koji su vešti u pobedi, ne obuzme ih strah. Zato mudri pobeđuju pre borbe, dok se neznalice bore da bi pobedili"
O Partizane,o sampione,uz Tebe uvek smo mi,zato pobedi!Pesme se ore,i baklje gore,jer mi smo tvoji GROBARI! GNP! 2pac R.I.P. Pile,brate,pocivaj u miru!