Lyrics:
spirit by side,
Joining hearts and hand and ancestral twine, ancestral twine
Many tribes of a modern kind,
Doing brand new work, same spirit by
beach?
Blood beach
Dance with a man he starts clutching, he ugly
Punks hung halo teach
Hugged by the math with the cable reach
A hundred and sixty-six
love sex and
Gorillas speak English
Soon chimps’ll be texting
And you stuck in the past
Caveman think he’s sporty
Taking diet tips from people
That died
surrounded by the people
Every voice in the world
It makes you feel like you're the star
Feel like it's us, feel like it's us
Looking for people and I'm
brain
It was not full of sorrow, sadness & loneliness
I miss, I miss those days
That the world was not quarantined
English
We've stayed at home so much
to pick apart what does it mean
Goes something like this
He organizationally rubs the butter precisely on that toast
Passes by the index and scans
Puts in
In a city of 2 million people
Blank out faces and evils
A million stories untold
A million blanked out drones
A million people that'll never
you tryna separate
People can't connect unless they glancing through ya gate
Modern day, segregate
You mean to say we came all this way, to recidivate
philosophical and existential question"
that has been pondered by people for centuries
Truth
But ancient knowledge says:
the purpose of life is to prepare for
your style
They wish to see the day
When the Telly* go die
But I make it inna life by the help of the most I
Mix up mi reggae with a piece
they hurt us
All they inject is distrust and dishonesty
Make the people unaware
All they think is be aware
He is ruthless this muralist with a modern day
with memories that mix melodically
Beyond the insight of what a modern-day monkey sees
Get chopped in three for pathetic hypocrisy
False bureaucracy
more brown than black
That is disrepectful
You people are more pink than white
Lets change the topic
I create a list of everything
That really mix
pulled from the depths
People don't care, at least until your moment of death
Then they cry and everybody says how great that you were
Funny how you have
mumble rap
Props to all the youngstas that are poppin like some bubble wrap
Good to see our people eatin food instead of struggle raps
Time to pass
on the 14th of February
This song is brought to you by Riff Rey
And hot like the weather in month may
Like the weather in summer although myself is suffering
A quadruple mix of minority and I'm not one to brag
But my privilege enables me to treat others differently
The same mix that rose from the poor and graduated
ain't no fucking suicide to pick a side and do or die
By what you stand for, niggas supposed to be on you and I
We not no people who divide let's come
Heart of c Slave By Steven Williams
Yeah, I'm feeling like Malcom, you know X marks the spot Wherever I stand, protecting my land
Even if throwing
to make a call
Slave to the priest
He's controlling beliefs
While we're working on the fields getting lashed by the chief
Couldn't own our land
Proprietors
yourself to this modern conformity,
The proof’s in the pudding but the, pudding ain’t sweet, the truth’s in the hoodlums but they, shouldn’t ever speak, who
Ideas mull around inside my head,
and mix with all the things that I have read,
and that's the truth for me, which I'll then recopy, to anyone who'll
the vibes is strong
Salinas Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short one's, tall one's, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls,
about her, for few years
But now I'm not sure
Do I know her anymore
Shy guy from high school
He didn't talk so much
He asked for a pencil, on an English
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