Lyrics:
the eye of the beholder, I can see
So many social ills
It's the possible, chronicle, multi cultural particles
Psychological visual, the typical individual
Instead you look at me like boy you're fast asleep (Nah, girl)
Oh Christina
I still believe in me and I'm a dreamer
But now I'm walking in my dreams
see that I'm half bent over for you
Liberate chameleon
Your vacuum is down to an art
Chronicle Karl Marx
Dialectic cannot explain all
They set the city on fire
Craving to kill its pride
Their faith was wrapped in barbed wire
They took a morning flight
And rewrote the chronicle
Tickets and fines I'll find me mine
Just as I please I'll watch the time
It's a never ending chronicle lie with the tickets in red
The watch is in line
Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the
Black hills consists of black souls, souls that already dies one
Thousand
Whoa, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I'm feeling great now, how you feeling?
Really really fine too
I have got some songs with many meanings
Read
do?
Just, get high of a the chronicle
Tell anybody weh a fly go a space
Seh fi carry me too
One pack a rizzla Miss Morrison
Mek sure seh a the raw one
so the coloured ones
Couldn't manage to get his head
A servant of god in league with Satan
A christian crusader who made the angels cry
in the chronicles of crusades.
Lost in a time of blood and steel
as I'm enchanted by the things they tell.
Most of the soldiers who rode into war
Joshua, Judges and Ruth and 1 and 2 Samuel and Kings and Chronicles
Ezra, Nehemiah, Esther
And then Job, Psalms and Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, then
Song
samurai's horizon
I'll make you move to it
(move to it)
I'll make you sing to it
(sing to it)
Make your body
fluid flow thru it
Rock the crowd Ima 100%
You
I grew up inna place called De La Vega
Spanish Town Rocking
Over Prison Oval
I grew up inna a place called Ensom City
Spanish Town groovy
Tolling bell chronicles Perpetual stream of death Terminal pestilence Infected rats die spitting blood Certain indication coming death Corpse carrier
incarcerated!
Hey! Hope you don't mind
Murder, rape, teenage pregnancies and suicides!
Hey! Come out and pray!
One two three four
The moral is the same because
incarcerated!
Hey! Hope you don't mind
Murder, rape, teenage pregnancies and suicides!
Hey! Come out and pray!
One two three four
The moral is the same because
so the coloured ones
Couldn't manage to get his head
A servant of god in league with Satan
A Christian crusader who made the angels cry
RAW GRAFFITI
it's 717 from the london chronicles police
vandalism is around the corner
BlackWing is making graffiti
now he's running away
GET HIM
Selassie I (now)
And every tune weh mi have a write (now)
And every show weh we headline (now)
No wi nuh dweet fi di likes
Mek we tell dem
We dweet fi
creation.
Only a personal chronicle remains.
Leaving questions unfulfilled; writings alluding to a distressed yet brilliant mind...
One frustrated by
In the tragic play
A marionette of the clock
Pages filled with a chronicle in blood
Scents and sights,come back to me
My life in memories,
then i just told you so
No worries though, testimony imefanya nijue za kodi msoo,
90 percent of you rappers, bado mnazimwa na shorti kaa notiflow
But
A chronicle of wasted time
Rendered senseless sceptre and crown
But still more majestic
Where no sun to shine
Much of madness and more of sin
lass abhauen
Mein Ticket ist one way
War viel zu lange auf dem Holzweg
Trapromantiker auf Chantrè
Meine Miseren wurden zu Erfolgsstränen
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