Lyrics:
I don't like being on stand by
I choose to live to get by
I don't need proof
I don't need you
Grown folks in a portrait
Looking perfect
I'm
of blood and your tissues are flawed
What you need is a touch or a word from God and the word of God came by the third
Why should I feel like I did anymore
Knock the sense into the many of the conquerors just sitting in,
Offices just chilling getting off on how we live in sinn,
Robbing innocence, nah that
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
gonna live right in your face
I'm gonna lie here while you play
Fuck you, yeah and fuck this place
Don't think you're chasing me away
Don't think
books
It can't be learned in school
It's the law, baby
It's the golden rule
I live by the groove
I live by the groove
If I can't feel it, baby
I
the Risen Lord in times of old
Go and tell all the world what you have felt
When you read His words, share it all around and one by one
Go and tell all
cord
All yo tech turn to black magic, now all yo talk is worth dollar bills
In a world full of crypto nigga
I'm all in 'an I don't break even cuz I'm
the third world to America, where I bury the courage for eternity, with Nas in maternity
I ain't heard of ya
Pick it up, set it down, been around a couple
brother with you, but that nigga scared, man he turn his back
I'm trying to show you, that you by yourself up in this fuckin' world
When shit get tough,
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London,
or leave it in your mouth
Cause how you gone reason wit grand Mother Nature
Running mother Earth controlled by Father Time who's the chaser
It's living
RUBY ROSE - Edited for melody
A Rose by any other name
Wouldn’t be as sweet
As all the sugars in her coffees
And confectionary treats
For such
gra gra, no do
You know what they call me
Fela in Versace, Fela in Versace
Fela in Versace, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fela in Versace
Children holding cupcakes
With paradise in their eyes
And the seabird struggles in the wind
She topples, balances again
Four big pelicans just flew by
Let's live in the morning where we smoke chronic
Have a cup of coffee while we speak honest
You don't want to free me I'm done being modest
That's why I
traverse by the grace
We rejoice in the hopes
Patient in the tribulat'
Never worry bout a thing
Keep the prayer, supplicate
In everything, give thanks
of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front
eventually die.
Too late for walking in the middle,
Too late to try.
And it's too late for sitting in the balance,
No more middle line.
Are you
said - they're deceitful, they're lying, they're cheats, they rip people off. That's the American government for you. America is a third world country,
everything's gon work
The way it's supposed to
Look up to the sky and wait
Just how we supposed to
There's special in our lives to take
Even if we're miles away
at The Palace
I ain’t come to rap with malice, I’m tryna stack the balance
Ain’t got time to wait, I’m only into making classics
Something you can play in traffic
you live once
Get the shit confused so I'm puffin on the big blunts
Kick it wit the kid that be deep in the zone
It's the ghost, I got to go to sleep
From a wretch to undefiled in all respects can be the greatest treasure
It take time to put it all together 'cause
I been around the world and I, I, I
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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