Lyrics:
the rebels
They were dwelling in the City of Angels
Amongst old ruins that were left and abandoned by anglos
Dark fist God's kids minus the halos
at times
But I'm slidin' from under the sheets
Gotta step in the world if I really want change
Gotta walk in the heat of the streets
My brothers in arms
a mangrove stand.
Billy wrapped his arm around her,
Took a walk down by the water,
Thinking 'bout that wedding night ahead.
They came up on a fishing
uh)
Pack your cannons we outlandishly
Brandish the weapons
Meet Jamaican like you god U-god?
And 'em handing you lessons
We learn a lot from the
60's
when it rot
Lord J got the arms, Sadat got the bombs
We don't feel shit, you cried a hit on ya moms
Now leave the bloody bitch in a ditch
Get'cha
feeling right if it goes down
'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
And I know it's not my time to go now
'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
So I
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
be other head to split, my hell is credited
Where the red is in, I'm down and dead admit in light I'm dreadin' this
If we're created of God than
What my eyes cannot see
My God discomfit they can’t fit no no
When gbege come I’m at peace
I’m in the arms of my lover
I’m in the hands of my lover
Calvin, Blake and Wilson
Gambled in the dark
Not one of them would ever live to
Tell the tale on the disembark
Brother rose up 'gainst brother
In
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
again
With whom I fought side by side
Along with Gods we will solomnize
Until the end of time
In Honour we've lived
By the sword we have died
Our Place
Yo, Thug Brothers
Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs
Yo Thug Brothers
Big N.O.R.E. and Pun,
but their naked till
They bite this bredren
My style is hunging on a tree in the garden of of eden
Too much weapons I told you guys ideal in arms
If
no one, I’m sorry I ain't the one
But by the power invested in me, you gon see
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, it’s taking over me
So I’ma repent, on this
paint circle of trust
One lady in my arms, that's a circle of love
One kid in each arm, that's the circle of trust
Yeah, trigger, trigger, trigger,
Rihanna got a bil'
They gotta deal with the sisters
In pursuit of happiness
I ask God to Will Smith us
Blessed are the meek
We inherit Earth and then we
Dear God, bring our p-o-ws' home
And our brothers on lockdown, home
Amen!
Jeah! back blocked on everybody laptop
Hittin' niggas from da shower,
in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
you brother
A tinted hearse is what most men leave in
Followed by a limo full of family and close friends greaving
When you pull the marijuana
I'ma
(Common)
In the Spirit of God.
In the Spirit of the Ancestors.
In the Spirit of the Black Panthers.
In the Spirit of Assata Shakur.
We make this
The Republicans believe in their right to bear arms
No matter the rising death toll
And the amount of harm it causes to innocent people
They have their right
Johnny waved
He was on his way home
He waved goodbye to his comrades in arms
And all the twisted things he had seen
He waved goodbye
And the blades
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