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1000 Volts of Holt [1000 Volts of Holt Plus] (John Holt) · 1000 Trutas 1000 Tretas (Racionais MC's) · Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [2 Disc] (The Residents) · Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [4 Disc] (The Residents) · Fury of Our Makers Hands [Bonus Track] (DevilDriver) · We've Got a Big Mess on Our Hands (The Academy Is...) · Blood on Our Hands (Death from Above 1979) · In Our Hands (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Blood on Our Hands (Death from Above 1979) · World In Our Hands (Swagg Brown) – and 90 other albums »


and obsessed
And you're overworked
You're over taken by visions of being overlooked
I'm disappointed would the I.D.I.P.P be
To see such our power in our
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But i can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
And Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching of feet
Moving into the street

Now did
I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

Now, did you
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street.

Now did you
bens again, p-p-pull up bens again

Long hair Drika looking like she got ass shots (Ooh!)
Doing pole a rope and sipping lean and soda I am not
Glock
see
One does not even see one is blind

do we choose to close our eyes
Or is it the veil is so stained
By the treasons of our humanity
That we're
Without governments and guns
Hey, whoaoh
Your people who killed my people
My people kill your people
But our people are all one people
United by
We were moonshine 
Rushing down the throat of a giraffe 
Yes, rushing down the long hallway 
Despite what the p.a. announcement says 
Yes, rushing
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes
Looked in the mirror, what did we see 
Fuckin blue lights, N.O.P.D. 
Pig searched our car cause they day was made 
Found an uzi, fo'-fo', and a hand
flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
And crossin' cultural and generation age gaps
Never can you fade that
We make your body like rock to this
burn down our city!
Drank Old Gold, for breakfast, with disco
Timberland boots, bring back forty pillows
You not a thug or a murderer - murderer
Only
to the charcoals
Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool
(This is our school)

I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge bar stool
Head
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood
on the right, and they be screaming like 
(HEY!)
I got them folks in the back, man they be yelling like (HO!)
I got them folks down front, waving they hands
eyes nearly frozen
closed. For how long had we travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in the
cruel, searing storm-winds. And now, at last... our quest
How Does It Feel?

Woo woo!
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola

Mearle maire, club muchacho
Asorted
[Mr. Cheeks]
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death
Park side, Queen's niggaz represent
Long Isle, how we do? They knew our style
Represent
[Mr. Cheeks]
Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death
Park side, Queen's niggaz represent
Long Isle, how we do? They knew our style
Represent