Lyrics:
to be heard ('Cause I’m under the radar)
Is there value in my words? ('Cause I’m under the radar)
I know that I’m here, but can you hear me
This is
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
Over the people
No more profit over the people
I know our doctors are not the real criminals
It's insurance companies and those corporate
My phone got more verses than the bible
We the new wave, catch our album on tidal
Y'all know the title, Tokyo Rose
Bunch of kids 'round the world
Way back a long time ago,
When the universe consisted of nothing more elaborate than
Mark volman ...
Thank you, frank
... trying to convince each
just offends me you think it's art but it's not art
Your poverty is nothing more than a moral failure on your part
Society can give you everything you
on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
on the floor
Making you want more
Leaving my mark like a Doc Mart' on a wood floor
It's good for the soul like dinner with your moms
People Under the Stairs
in, in between
You and yo' dream, why'know?
See it's more than the music, I spit it from the heart
So sometime it's cold n it's dark, but it's raw
friends
For convincing me to come here and
I defer to Joe Beasley now because he knows a
Hell of a lot more than we do
Thank you all
we're tryers
Got more heat than a dollar in the dryer
Got more flavour than Fruity Pebbles
Check the format, clock the levels
Yo, do what you gotta do
you
You, You
Please save these people Jesus
Help them to know that it's not
By power or might
But by your grace
Saving is done by You
You You
Help these
ever let my father win??
Fuck that shit.
I'm golden.
Midas.
Only touching on my flows bitch.
Worth more than my weight in gold.
And if you didn't know
than that.
This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black.
So where my aliens at?
Girl, we all illegal.
This system ain't for us.
trying to make you think twice
About the direction you’re in, it’s not very nice
And if you lead by example, you’re number one
This is more fun than trying
Lord, I love you more than these
Same people that will turn around and deny You, Jesus
I know that Peter Piper might have picked a pickle
But
from under his coded back
Wash and forget
I don't know if you remember our wedding
Snow in Heaven and animal glue
God's books on tape are still in His
longer than more than half of you clowns
Look, I used to cook before I had the game took
Either way my change came like Sam Cooke
[Singer]
Feeling
through your nose
Reap it with flows
Call 'em Duffle, 'cause you know it means death when D is composed
What you hustle? Them people's agenda free
me out
God'll be counting me in
People try putting me down
It makes me determined to win
It's water under bridge
You know it is what it is
It's water
are your laxatives, Charlie
Grabbing my gut with my sausage fingers
Abdominal agony torments me
I need them more than Andy
And when I find them, he
in me is the same in you
For we are all one people
Under one sun and sky
And there is more that unites
Than divides you and I
Yes, Jah is watching you
Look
Black is beautiful, black is excellent
Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident
Workin' twice as hard as the people you know you
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