Lyrics:
on your mind?
Nothing I'm gonna die for nothing!
Nothing else that matters...
but what do you want from me?
Anti-fashion seems to be fashion too by now
In Dublin town in 1916 a
Flame of freedom did arise
A group of men with determination
Caught an empire by surprise
Through the streets our men were
Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers
Shell-toed Adidas (right)
Original rap with new school leaders (true)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
opera
Leader of the crack Rat Pack, I Sinatra
They say I dissed Oprah i'm like so what
I never get to jump up and down on a sofa
(that's life) now watch
Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers
Shell-toed Adidas (right)
Original rap with new school leaders (true)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
begin. My third eye is bright.
Here to shine. Light skies the limit on D.L.
Who fell, yeah time will tell.
The Leaders Of The New.
The number one
a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the nigga leash
I was once told by my nigga Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
yourself, make your own plans, my nigga
I'll be lying if I said I ain't understand, my nigga
Cause who you gon' follow when the leaders all get swallowed
a charming young priest in a "close-knit" mid-American
neighborhood. Well-respected by both young & old alike,
he struggles with the constant pressures
Runnin them all away (8x)
And when they stop
you see the hand thay carries
Brought on by what they refuse to believe
And when they stop
formidable
to solve em
They don't know, it only leads the way
to a bright more positive day
By itself, it's NOT the bright day
Sit up straight, and hear
The slaughter of ethnic Albanians by search continues in Kosovo
Society without government.
Streets of Miami's Little Havana collided with thousands
leaders
Close their eyes and turn their heads
Aren't we all on the same side
What if my sons class was closing down, by brothers house the bank sold
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
slaves outta immigrants
Wanna know where all that money went
Another trillion spent by the government
Here the bomb go. sent by the president
Power
the difference
Makin' new slaves outta immigrants
Wanna know where all that money went
Another trillion spent by the government
Here the bomb go. sent by
mind is getting dizzy
The spell is taking over
Suddenly you find yourself
Surrounded by these people
Ain't no use to try and struggle
You know it
go go go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny be Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by
Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh,
Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go; go Johnny go, go; go Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit up in the trees by
the brightness of his goals
He just shuns the guys with some advice of prepping to be old
He's a young, defiant, funk inspired, crumb surviving leader
Self
on a road that’s full of traps
Weakened by a specious ally
He drinks until his thirst was dry no more
Until the heartbeat stops
A sword, a suit of armor -
on keepin' on
keep on keepin' on
this war on peace
Bridge
arms exchanged and the rules keep bending
(arms exchanged)
the leaders fail us its never ending
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