Lyrics:
niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams
[Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch]
"Know what I mean?"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Niggaz claim to be
[Sole]
Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place
how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away
Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert
Step by step, the longest march
Can be won, can be won
Many stones can form an arch
Singly none, singly none
And by union what we will
Can be
tight, see me catching flights
At the international terminal, where you don't go
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
And tripped by mic
(Grouch)
Every man's blood boils
When turmoil or life foils his plans
I've soiled my hands puttin' work in
Tryna keep from hurtin', cause fools
ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong,
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
there at all
""Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong
Here we stand rise and fall
Time to conquer, time for all
One by one march through pain
Underneath the blood red rain
Raise your fist to the thundering
the loot, burn down the stores we want something new
Popping on cops cause they be the opps, chocking us out y’all do that a lot
Man I’m a march until this
History is written by the winner
A game to be the rulers over all
To bring about a kingdom of the sinner
To lay the guilt on us until we fall
left, right
(March)
Left, right, left, right
(March)
I'm shifting through the timelines and I'm
Glitching watching my life fly by
Feels like I've been
and lies
Let the wheels turn
Let the fires burn
And carry us to glory
By your side, the angels fly
As we all march on to ruin
Once again we march to war
For victory or death
They arrived with talk of hvitekrist
By force they wanted us to kneel
With their swords held to our
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
man!
For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north
Led by Kelly, the boy from Killanne!"
Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair,
He
the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food in they mouth? (for real)
They made a movie about you, you're in
[Chorus: Grouch]
No strings are attached
This is who I am
My rap is not an act
I am my own man
I don't want it to be how it used to be
I want
And tell you just what to do
It has no time, no place
It's just chooses you
I meet him in March
We made love by May
By June we were here to stay
I
Well raise your hands it's all ours for the taking
With disbelief they see the march go by
Go by
A history of wrongs and blistered implications
Less
and defeat, here we are
Here we are
Some will march along like soldiers, some get crushed by giant bolder, here we are
Here we are
Some will rise above
So many days gone by that live in infamy
So many tears been shed from all the tragedy
And all that I see when I look at that picture from March
Is
a hateful phase
Bloody and dismayed, falling for the new big craze
Parasitic lies, while the weeks just pass me by
All my grand designs, murdered by the march
the rest of it has gone)
A MAD TEA-PARTY
(A table is set outside under a tree, and the March Hare and the Hatter are having tea at it: a Dormouse is sitting
The Catacombs Of Ur")
From the expeditionary journal of Doctor Ignatius X. Stone:
Giza, Egypt (March 17, 1890)
The heat here is damnably oppressive,
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