Lyrics:
apartheid
Stand against apartheid
Let me see your ID let me see your ID
Yeah
Politicians think they by shaking your hand
And then their hold your back
on acquittal
Police protect only those who have the money
So if you're poor better buy a gun
Though if you're broke and you die by cop
Then the cops will throw
Lost in space too stoned to win the race
Danger all around better know your place
I’m rolling down the road with a mic in my hand
Trying to keep
is serious son, you niggas frontin' (What you want?)
Don't make me have to body some(thing)
Hey yo
New York, New York, The Empire State
I live
on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups
Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts
Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize
gangsta
You a actor like Paul Newman
We kill plants, animals and humans
Gi' dem bullet fi chew like food man
Chinese rifle full up mi two hand
Dem ask mi
you ain't down then keep it moving
I'm surrounded by poison get any closer you're poisoned
Gun shots are enforcing promoters endorsing the torch is...
suicide,
'cause they're so saddened by humans using genocide,
As a political tool, considering all you humans have,
The way you act belittles you all,
Now
the empire state
You hold my hand and hesitate
A camera shot, we’ve seen this place before
We’re welded in gridlock
We’re watching the wall clock
All
get this off my chest I can’t rest man
Throw your hands in the air and ask Allah for forgiveness
Bow down and then prostate until your cured of your
people love being whores to your state
Pastors and priests
Politicians
They just can't resist putting their hands on kids
Dead politicians
Dead
Gotham knows me as the real don
I'm a lion in this empire
Your fans see me and go haywire
Your babe tells you I'm her desire
Blvck Gun to the world your my
Who i be gave my whole clip it’s sound
Who i be there’s no way that we go down
If you didn't know this gun can't be touched
If your gun ain't loaded
gotta do
Association breeds similarity
That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
'til six niggas carry me
Poverty's a mind state
Time wait's for no man,
So B- L- A to the Q Man, y'all clone like and un-human,
I spit that raw no drooling', blow big stoge's no Cubans,
G -O to the V I move plans,
love this nation
But they're both held tightly
By the hands of hate
We're living in a state of confusion
A state where everything is upside down
This
Washington ruled by the men from Chicago
A president speaks with a gun to his head
It all seems legitimate, but what do we know
It's better in prison
the Benjamins
And if it's men then it's within
the natural in the live of life of unrestricted sin
Huh, sounds fun but like a hand and a gun
sin and death go
Hateful hearted heathens in the house of hellish demons
Animated human beings- emotionless agrevance
As we grieve n mourn, the sunn is born under
rights
Let racist ignorance be ended
For respect makes the empires fall
Freedom is merely privilege extended
Unless enjoyed by one and all
[Chorus]
pricks in Hong Kong Consider
this shit A bomb fuck a crater it made a hole through the ozone,
Bottomless I been in this state of pondering since momma pond
Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful
Talk cheap
when I was ashy nigga
Loafers and the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that's what my state of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's
long live the World Trade
Long live the Kingdom, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York (hey)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
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