Lyrics:
and change the false
Pathetic speakers that lead the lost
We feed the need to work and conquer at all costs
Underground so there ain't nothing to fall off
and the sand
Get the mortar in hand
Molotov in the pussy
out here burning the men
I’m a boss you a groupie
So you can’t understand
Cause we live in different
and serves our God
In paradise they would live
But disobey, they pass away
Without any knowledge, in adversity
Men refuse to cry out for help to Him
Even
men are there
We make certain they're armed
The curtain falls, his reign will end
Madness!
I'm not so sure, not if it works
This is madness!
My mom and I we live alone
A grand appartment is our home
In fareholm towers
I have to keep me company
Two cats a dog a paraket
Some plants
Forget dying, dying's a myth, I'm going to live, yeah?
Get me in that studio
I work from my heart and soul
And put everything into it
Kid my
I'm living I can't see no ghetto,
This ain't America, it's England, where we live ain't nothing special.
You can take anywhere and call it a ghetto,
came to this place
Is workin' my tail off for pennies a day
They say men have left their souls down there to die
With no hope left in sight and just
The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me
So call every publication, Billboard and the editor
and tell em Mack's being signed by dude workin
have had the world at your fingertips
Exhibits hit exquisite, missing your film scripts and novels too
Was blown away by the skills you displayed
Your
Well how do you do, Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your grave side?
A rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
Chai bros
Opportunity don come, we go make am by force bros we go make am by force
We must make am by force
What's up, It's still Nonick putting
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
[P.P.] Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin underground
[I.T.] Secretly run, by commercial motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So while you little step-and-fetch
self-evident, that all men are created equal.
Little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by
Strong men dey cry..cry.. when nobody dey,
the matter e reach e reach e reach oo, E reach us so
They make people struggle till they die.
We don't live, We
and sorrow
Hit my heart like an arrow
From all the drugs I had consumed
Should be underground like a Pharaoh
My life surrounded by, darkness
Making me,
no go pay, we need to communicate
crmed men no magazine, we expect defeat
No sustainance of life, Nah death be the receipt
Got many niggers gone, my
we know it's ur grace
Man no fit live by bread alone
We dey run am with faith
The sky is big enough
For everyone with no limits
So if you try to run my
to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent; can I live
winners win said I couldn't, then I did again and again
I'm a winner
the firing line
There's a foreman standing on a bridge of iron
And the men walk across it to go back to work
In their monday morning shirts
And they don't
Look who it is
This side we live by the code like we came from the six
Come look at this
My brother just flooded his wrist
Water can't hear the tick
that we could all build upon
Instead we live a life we're getting cancer from
They say that plastic giving men too much estrogen
They say that problems
equality
Not saying it's never possible, but I'm thinkin logical
If we origanal, we superior by our qualities
Niggas see what the Bible see
My Genesis
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