Lyrics:
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
and paleface
Waitin' for the ice to break
Seventy percent of Americans ain't
Been no place
So the human race gets displaced
While the greedy man sees the land
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Skrrt, that's a red flag
(Aj got them hits, boy)
It's Gucci
(Dj Meech, lil' bitch)
I can't do no show
No matter what, keep it street
No matter where the record business is going
Or what's trendy or what's hot
Always stay where the streets are
I'm
is up! The nation is rise!
He rules the Russian land with no regards to law
Smashed the constitution against the wall
Real macho man on political
planet for the vegetation which gives Mars
it's red appearance had taken root on Earth
As man had succumbed to the Martians
So our land now succumbed
her ass Kentucky
Swisher leaf
Red pack
We don't smoke Russian
I'm a stay this way
She came the plane
Just land from Georgia
I took her to the back
The Russian acts, condemned by all
For killing children to leave death's pall
The world stood witness to brutal fight
As Russian army showed up its
So you think that the Russians want war
These are the children of parents who died in the last one
Do you think that's possible knowing their past
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
were safe there
From the storm
But the deadly cloud was high above
Taken by the wind
Spreading like a plague across the land
A threat you couldn't
No Bad motives I Got Great motives
Be cautious this is hypnosis
I'm living the American dream yeah
And I do my Russian thing
Red roses just
dem
Weh di bloodclaat do dem
Cut dem off like Gillette
How you fi badmind yuh fren
Unnuh fi move an' gweh
Gi dem a spinnaz wid six shot
Fi Russian
B prints in my way
Bitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical days
No roof, snow boots, and that Persian (?)
Perving the 80's, you ain't never
It's still a nation
Where friends don't last
Protect your back
Get stabbed in it fast
Surrounded by criminals
The land of opportunity
We moving
But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You don't have no money? He'll get you some
If you haven't got no car, he'll get you one
You've got no
a nice day!
Defecting Russian dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdale's, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse
They boggle
Desperation
All throughout the fronts, hey
The Germans dealing swift blows
Along the way
Battle of Masurian Lakes
Push out the Russians
Now there's 6
The trees got leaves
Watch em' bloom each spring
While they fall in autumn
Girl this land ain't free
Man made things built on heaven off spring
Girl
looters
You criticized the past government
You told us we should vote you
You told us you are the change
But if you are good leaders tell me why there's no
the keys to my heart but didn't start the ignition
Now I'm by my lonely and I know I'm slowly drifting
Far away to Neverland, Neverland
And I pray I never
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.
the land of the red white and true
They're taking our money and ain't nothing funny, man
In the land of the red white and true
Children are crying and people
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