Lyrics:
Verse One: Puff Daddy, KRS-One
Hear the sound of my money machine
See the 600 Benz see the chrome rims gleam
See the teacher KRS and the Puff Daddy
See
someday sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear
my daughter stay away from y'all sons (y'all)
I went to DC, got put on to we are one in Solbiato (I remember)
First-class flight from LA, pack
want no model cuz he is my centerfold
The one I wanna live in an apartment with
Move up hit the red carpet with
One, I want a son or a daughter with
let's talk about more than the money being offered
Can we talk about the sons and the daughters getting slaughtered
I know its touchy
But since we do
strong
It makes nothing more than all
Through the limits of darkness feel our eyes
Sons of a sound servers who want to rise
We'll make the time explode
when you hear the sounds coming
(Sounds coming)
Like a freight train coming hear loud humming
(Loud humming)
Yeah yeah
Hit the ground running, hit
wifes on Miss Bellum
What if I strip all ya honor as you hear your daughter holla yea I keep her screaming
Now would that be even Nigga?
Lemme fix my
side rejoicing with the sheep
Some want to wait until them old and gray
But the King come soon
As soon as today
Me seh rise up all meh son and daughters
Daughters go through raping
Sons are fighting
Seems to me the ghetto
Causes inspiration
Spent a night
Away from all this comfort
Went to look for danger
Met
Never the one
Sitting at top two
Shorty a loca
Somebody daughter
I m the one
Somebody, somebody son
Ready to cha-cha
Ready to cha-cha
Never the one
this hour
We're all together, together
Waiting here as one
Whoa
Hear the sound from Heaven
Whoa
A mighty rushing wind
Whoa
We're calling for
yourself
All your whiskered friends their wings and life
Who knows what 'o' ever reason why
Daughter can you have sons for yourself
Daughter can you
Shyt wit Norman's killer
I told her kool
cnd after that weed never speak again
cnd since I been snapping they gon let me in
Son all these rappers now
someday sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear
hear the sound of the lion’s blaze
If I take another step I can see the finish line
If I take another step
Torn down by new age harlots
No prisoners no
all gather round, feed
Here we are as we all gather round, feast
Drastic always silence by distraction, little worker bee
Fading out to the sound
met my daughter
What if my son he never met me
Take my time, do it like my father
Stand up tall when you're talkin to me
When I'm faced with all of my
make a martyr out you niggas
Before I make my daughter out one of you niggas' bitches
Know she ready when the gear shift
TThe sound switches
You thought
riddles
People want to hear more
(Hear more, hear more, hear more
Hear more, hear more, hear more)
I tried to warn you when I tried to tell you
Son was no
nation
Blinded by all this racist, shit that they cover-up
Middle fingers to politics
Suck my dick, and drown in my cum
Don’t it taste just like victory?
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter
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