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emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free

budge and bend but you know I’m never breaking

I persevere cause it’s worse in here than it’s ever been and I’m heaven sent
I’ll work this year till it

and the splendor of this land
It would be the salvation of the big red planet
Use gaia's gold to fulfill your purpose

The work was hard and soon they wouldn't make

Blood after been taking
By captivity from the mother land
Oh! Oo, they put us in the slave ships
Like sardines, in a can -Ya'll
Now they cryin'in

the avenue
Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why

Too much, too many

ho, there! My boys! Ebenezer and Dick."
Two young men came in the room cheerful and quick
"No more work tonight, it is Christmas Eve"

"Dick Wilkins,

Hallelujah [Bonus Track]

Dilated Peoples

Directors of Photography

2014

the dirt, too demonic for the church
I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth
This is ghetto gossip while I work

Live from

Strong Will Continue

Nas

Distant Relatives

2010

string sever
The land and the treasure, work for whatever
Jah said don't be a beggar, the Alpha Omega
Will bless every soul no matter which name you

lives in the Philippines, the land of the rising sun
But by that time, the damage had been done
The damage to my heart that's broke
What are you, a doctor

The work is done, it's end of day
Despite herself her eyes still stray
To the sea

It's been too long, he's gone, they say
Taken by war or by

Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

The Coup

Da Undaground Sound, Vol. 3: East Meets West

1997

suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his

Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

The Coup

Genocide & Juice

1994

suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his

forgiven it's my mission to expose my faith
Not by works but handed His Amazing Grace
You died for me and this is how I show my thanks

Oh God see we out

dia, dia dia dia, dum
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.

I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle

seem to build flames to the fire like timber
In this white mans land who steady never trust a nigga
Better stay up on your job and work hard to get these

Hidden from sight and mind, a mystery of truth that list
Every situation we could face and all blessed by gods grace
So that our path it shall be clear,

So his work was taught and saved
Ironically which led the west
Back into a cave
But he paved the way for his student
With the system model
Just

If money can't make you move
Then what you obey
The land of the free
We still collecting on them reparations
You don't graduate it's pressure waiting

deemed as the “Great War”
Thousands did span the coastline
Soon blood would quench the land
Each man blind that all his time
Was puppeteered by two gods

bullshitting me
On colonized land 
It's a pity we free
Trauma in my dna 
God in my seed
Warrior shit 
Bitch i fight i don't bleed 
Take time when i rhyme 
But

the pressure falls on those who can handle it
They say, we're measured by the way that we handle it
They say, that if doesn't bust that means that we're diamond

the soul in the hole
So lift your hands up in praise - Sunday church
Relieve the pain and the stress like its Monday hurts
What works for you might not work

the promised land
A religion of pills and bills
Don't get it confused
This world is abuse
It's run by old men; they're tricking the youth
Pills on pills like

different But it's all the same the way it was when you left it

Cause we still get killed by the
Five O
Our due process still
Quite slow
Our price went up