Lyrics:
settlers
And the Plains Indians
Was to become more violent and tragic still
And if the Indians continued their
Barbaritieswipe them out man
Women
you touched from a slug
Huggin' the streets like you in love
Your heart race like
The ambulance arrive
They rush you to 'spital, flyin' by my ride
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
is just too hard for some
But I believe that it was made for us
If we take a chance is it even worth a try?
We bet it all tonight
We can soar over city
Got to Do with It
Whats love got to do, got to do with it
We' turning tables
We turn over your dumbshit very quick
Turntablism is the art
Got to Do with It
Whats love got to do, got to do with it
We' turning tables
We turn over your dumbshit very quick
Turntablism is the art
the system
Of the death by the random number generator
I have always meant everything I say!
You're letting nothing kill you
As if 'nothing' is an actual
me
Don't tell me the race ain't for me)
Truth is in decline
They want us divided
It's by design, yeah, yes, it is
(Don't tell me the best ain't for me
many men just wanna pretend
Times ticking but I ain't talking big ben
New man in christ transformed by the word
Now i'm moving like i'm the new 10
I told
it's strange (C'mon)
If anybody's listening this is my cry for help
They're slaughtering our children in this race for power and wealth
Why I scream
when you can, fight ready like Liu Kang
Suited up just to run the race
So if they block your lane tell em shoo mayne
I be on my shoe game, pick me up
Pour me another glass, tonight I'm getting fucked
Cause I’ll be living good, as long as I'm drunk
If I had to be real, the sober life sucked
So I'll
on the next dimension
My flow is co-hension, you'll be startled
Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin' blunts
Smellin' like I ran over
shit
You could slap that nigga
If he call you a bitch
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It's that Henney and Coca-Cola
Come over and sit
the police shoot
The people put the bullets in 'em
(Where's the love)
But if you only got love for your own race
(Where's the love)
Then you're gonna
Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over
mane who is it, its another sale
Trap House booming in da bottom
Straps out only for da robbers
(Uhm uhm) if he close range that's da 38 revolver
Boss
eventually things happened
And there they were, having sex
So they both orgasmed over and over and over again
Each time bringing all of these Creations to life
be my hope in this charcoal of conscience?
Who else could bid me follow?
I have lived for you,
cs if living was alone a prize to be guide by
(Daniel made the beat)
(400, yeah, yeah)
(We got bout two thousand in the room right now, shit)
(Hell yeah, you already know, me and Bryckhead in
by the undies
The bastards moving python
Insane
Got legerdemain
Pick up the chain
Get over here
An let of the flames
Like the frassers group I got
scars
Hear my life's call
I don't care if I fall
I'm going all the way
To tear down my walls
It's a blitz it's a charge
I sprint to the stars
The race
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
pimple to face peep subliminal
Changing pace flying hyperspace sniper bait
Who safe you cray Jean Gray I mutate
Zoo race fate in lion's den chasing Daniels
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