Lyrics:
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16. My times and seasons are ordained and redefined by Heaven's agenda. I refuse to base the progress of my life on the timelines set by men. I
Wow and MC Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No
a bible
We livin' in biblical times
Uh, first chapter
This chapter called "Men"
Given knowledge by the psychotic the block was college
We don't add
reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain
They respective borders, or it's a God damn slaughter
[Verse Two: Method Man]
Shots in the park, it be on after
no was attacked
By the men who grow lands of snow in a sac
Saying cut these crops down save my days
Put her to work with a baby on the way
No I am
the jungle, I'm from the land of the brave
Souls in the sea, I rode in the deep, now we're the wave
Yo, Dave man, I still remember conversations
About awards
Said it was marked by the tears of those who had marched, before him
Through lands dry like a throat when it’s parched
As he left the world he knew,
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
In villages, towns and cities we all sit at home.
Making ends meet, making do and quietly making tea.
Forgotten by the politicians, exploited by
keep a stick on me like I'm Babe Ruth
Work touch down from Beirut
We get the cash in by the square root
Remember them days i had no loot
I walk in
undergoing the task kiley jenner
Become healers through relational work
Cis het male identity is tied in with social capital enforced by implied force
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
That buried generations of black and brown men
Who left their post because they were misguided by ghosts in the land of the living
Ready, aim, fire
alive
And He's raising the dead
Lazarus
He's raising the dead
Jesus couldn't stay in the grave
3 days dead so all men could be saved
Not by works just
of a dollar
At the top of a pyramid with a collar
Governing his sapiens beasts with the solar
We're going to conquer every land like the Holy Roman
(Some people
with defeat
Who you see is who you be and if you are what you eat
Then I'm a pussy, don't push me, probably land on my feet
So I gets back, back to work
biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich,
I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall
And I'd discuss the holy books with a lerned men
Seven hours
to the west,
And it looked like the promised land.
That bright green valley with a river running through,
There was work for every single hand, they
oppression and judgment was taken away; And who will tell the time of your life? Because he was cut off from the land of the living; by the transgression of my
I rode out of Amarillo headed west across the plains
Two men who had challenged me in the dusty street they lay
They said they come to gun me. I said
Jersey
Perfected your plan
And your work was unveiled as
The Great Fenian Ram
Some men for adventure had
Planned for the stars
And others had hope to see
gone five weeks
He's only fourteen, but he's grown by me
Cause he keep the heat on and his little sister fed
With his knowledge of the land and the tools
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