Lyrics:
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Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
We are bound by the love we feel
Bound by the family one
Bound by our daughters and sons
Bound by one wish revealed
We are bound by the love we feel
Like igbo na ganja, oh
Like shayo na bastard, oh
Like cigar na cancer
Olosho na person daughter
All the things you do me I gun down
When den thief
at work
So we could have a stable life
And when my son was born
I had to work even harder
Before I knew it my wife was giving birth to my daughter
Went
places
Thank god for our prior graces
The mothers, the fathers, the sons and the daughters
We got the front row seat at the slaughters
Haha that was fun!
demons Dripping blue
Kill their sons and daughters
Murderous marauders
Scandalous outsiders
May flower Plymouth Rock
Question your origin
Tell me where you
The answer has always been art
This hidden messages of all time
Were made by those who rhyme their spells
The hidden messages are in art that's on your walls
...
He can do better than this
And daughter...
I'm bout to teach you a lesson too dark by worry
You think everything's sweet
All y'all - both y'all think
look
Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been token
All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn
Good looking, son, yo, son
by the fire
It is what it is
Was naughty this year, He talked to me nice
My stocking runneth over I raised up the price
Praise the Son on my darkest
(huh)
Good with all your kin
My men be on that, that's a bonus
When I went out West
I came right back, they never noticed
She like wild boys
He been
three words say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter
We
these MC's our sons like Horus
I'm always taking shots like a Japanese tourist, get the picture?
Flyer than Keyser Soze and no exposure
I'm sippin'
songs of unity
But the sun grew cold and brought on the night
And brought on the night
Send them to the slaughter
Send all of your sons and daughters
Send
Daughters and sons covered in the Blood of Jesus....
When it's all said and done, they'll believe us....
Had to keep the faith, you see the focus in
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, zip up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was
with her friends
Material girl, livin' in a material world
But it's alright 'cause it's Saturday Night
So mista funkmaster pump the Bee Gees
And all you
and your greed
But we’re going to our slaughter, As Ireland’s sons and daughters
Our blood will only water freedom’s seed
The Brits said kill them all since
gimme
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm automatical, infatical, radical even
I wanna clear all the misconceptions and shit ya believe in
I'm leavin' nothin'
To pump into the system all consuming
Throw out the old, the new is so seducing
We are the forgotten ones
Lost daughters and broken sons
History will
need it complete in my vision
So anything else is a bonus
Like u see all this money and fame
I used to pray for these moments
Superficial and shallow yea
to prison After living by the gun
I can put my pride aside all her life I’ll protect her
Your daughter never ask for the fucked up cards you delt her.
at the malls with her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's all right cause it's Saturday night
So mister funkmaster, pump the bee gees
at the malls with her friends
Material girl, living in a material world
But it's all right cause it's Saturday night
So mister funkmaster, pump the bee gees
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