Lyrics:
you all dinners, no protection
Tired of hearing these deadlines, no reception
Need work like wi-fi, no connection
We The Best men be the best in, cause
before the dawn
And I joined the men on their way to work
With me pit boots on
Well I walked beside me fatha
And I listened to the crack
And I watched
the end
(Who lives who dies who tells your story?)
Yo, the anticipation arose as time froze
The black men in the morgue were John Does
Lynched for
The Twin Towers was the sacrament
The blueprint of our plans were elaborate
The earthquakes that we caused by labyrinths
Underground where the fault lines
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
yeah!
[Chorus: Jayo] (2x)
Y'all better tell, 'cause I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga
Put some bitches all in to work
Live
A long life, longevity has its place (storm cloud rising)
I just want to do God's will (let's go home)
And he's allowed me to go up
ship went down"
Smith's plan began to work as foretold
This weird music began to take hold
That sparked an interest in these forms
Of life underground
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
Stoller
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard till
possessions we are humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being cooped up in the house
Trying to be held up tight
So Jazzy Jeff and Fresh
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
Fanny’s Fury
music:
Crazy Feeling
V1 Fanny
Hello, Ladies of Ward Ten…
(sfx, cheering)
V2 Fanny
Are we ready to show the men?
(sfx cheering)
strippers
I know that sound fucked up
But you live and you learn
07 09 It took a bigger turn
Got rejected by Kanye
Then i signed to Mase
I was young
Real scary Bloody Mary stale carry
Weight of toss the game on my shoulders Hail Mary
Hands crossed on the prayer as I Hail Mary
And live my teenage
boats
Hallways with pussy cut throats
We forever live, gotta protect the orphanage
The beast men, learn to fight back with the policemen
Star Wars,
'em in the stores and millions have bought it
An underground sound, not liked by radio
You hear it in the cars and at the disco
On the airwaves, we
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
Stoller
That's the sound of the men
Working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men
Working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till
moved, and the money-men paid…
And they always get paid…
Hey Mom, I’m hiding underground. They shot my helicopter down.
I’m out here on my own dying
habits
So whats your life like?
'Cause mines been real
Been a highlander just by the way i been climbing the hill
Just some men at work going down under
children live underground
It's time for us to make the sacrifice
Put all our trust in the men who know the most
About the earth and its life
Swallow your
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
The vandals made a mess of things, and the homeless just walked right in
Well, they worked here once, and they live here now, but they might work here again
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