Lyrics:
the soil free
Now sit down and enjoy the feast, boys kabeesh
Been running here for 9 years, and believe me none of them con years
I done lost about 9 peers
get put down in the soil free
Now sit down and enjoy the feast, boys kabeesh
Been running here for 9 years, and believe me none of them con years
I
oil companies and now the place is a mess
Take a guess which ones came and violated
They oiled up the soil, the Ogoni people was almost annihilated
Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
Far from a river where things grow green
The flowers weep and they lean away
From the blood stained soil
Distracted by each career milestone
Though they're all in his hands
He set up his best ones for weeks
And the questions all get answered before
Still it came passing by
The pieces weaved together rose the sun
And fooled me with another day
The knocking message called for my life
Sealed
as a mother livin on soil, it's best to have someone to spoil
So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'Doy
Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen
Simon Diamond sold his soul
Changed his name by deed poll
Started out as Simon Russell
Lived his life inside a nutshell
Oooh ooooh Oooooooh
had gone too far, these invaders from the east, with their imperial eagle
which they dared to drive into our sacred soil... pompously claiming our
by Eve
Who in turn coaxed Adam to cover they know the deed
When the Gods seen this they were very displeased
With no execution committed
The first
sight
Astral planes, the unknown sense
Lives on past human life
No man can sense of whole
The missing sense his soul
He's governed by
a planet unknown.
Creatures shaped this planet's soil,
Now their reign has come to an end,
Has life again destroyed life,
Do they play elsewhere, do
Disposal of the sick
Execution of the wicked
A soil filled with centuries of remains
Absurd ways of death
Die, die by the sword
Die, die by
In '95 this rap style was impressive
By 2005 most rappers lost the message
2014, rappers wearing dresses
Shit is tough to look at like airplane
I am a woman haunted by hands
Even though I'm alone
Traces of pompey
Across my skin
And an invisible map
Of where you've been
It's dry road
The sky is ripping open and you
Still don't seem to care
The soil is tired and toxic
And unable to provide
The clock is running out and
There is
the soil, no end to the lie,
No time like the present
And it is passing us by...
But it's never to late, never too late to try
'Cause if we all had
He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets
Once taken for granted
To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered
From someone who wants to be loved by you
I'm very good with plants
When my friends are away
They let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I
And it never seems enough
Wonder if I've met my wife
Splinter left focus right
Focus right
This mortal soil around me
Mortal feeling I have found
People ain’t eating they say the reason
Resources depleted for the defense
I’m offended by it these authentic liars
Should’ve been retired let me
though they're broke?
It's the invention of whiteness
They call you white by white standards
Damn what they're talking 'bout human first
Stand
crime
Let Um taste the right hook
Let Um have the right hook
Fucking with the squad
It ain't no fine
Me and all my homies
Boy, we really bout that crime
Back inna the mix
Back inna ah
Um ja b Onest
U wanna feeb
U wanna be famous
Um ja b Onest
Duckin the fake
We don relate
Um ja b Onest
U ain ma friend
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