Lyrics:
(Just hold ya head)
[A.G.]
Hold ya head, that's what Showbiz said
In memory of Koto Harris, the eulogy read:
Another friend was laid to rest
This world
watching what they
Doing is hard I swear
this life thing is getting so
Confusing
Keep you in your mind and maintain that's the kind that remains
The longest
above you
Fooled will be your entire purpose to stop me
I will defy all your kind
You have no idea what's aiming for your heart
I shall bathe in all your
on commercials. But plutocracies
In other words a government run by the rich such as this one
And traditionally oppressive European states
Force the third world
just total darkness
As the world forgets your voice, and my voice
The world forgets our voice.
Are we fragments of something larger than us?
Is the whole
it with art, and Jimy did it with sound
But, by all these men, it was found
Each and every person can be just as renowned
Don't let the world's racist
what kind of a
Label you're able to put on my name
Might just go right off the bat
By me stating a claim
What are you saying?
Saying I'm willing to bleed
the sky
Can you hear a higher calling from a voice deep inside
If you run with the wrong kind of people damn near all of Your life?
It might take a whole
friends
If you know the definition of ghetto, you'll take no offense
Me myself am one of them
Slum dog from the trailer parks
Ghetto by defnition
Shalom my
from social media
Turn off my phone
And get away from this cold world
Thats what i'm on
Sometimes i really just want to be left alone
Sometimes I really
Zooropa bluer kind of white
Zooropa it could be yours tonight
We're mild and green
And squeaky clean
(What do you want?)
(What do you want?)
(What
("whose house?")
Quote pop and 'til they keep their heads up
And when the pressure comes down press back and press up
Fret not ghetto world guess what
it with art, and Jimy did it with sound
But, by all these men, it was found
Each and every person can be just as renowned
Don't let the world's racist
it with art
And Jimy did it with sound
But, by all these men, it was found
Each and every person can be just as renowned
Don't let the world's racist
the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook
And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice
And you know what it said?
I'll tell you what it
the truths of myself
I've learned something new about my name, and now this is what I am certain of
My name is not the name the world calls me
My name is not
And start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto
That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out
Hey,
catch those, keep it ghetto
Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast
What?
[Da Brat]
Now, e'where I pass
They wanna see the big booty
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me
Friends, will you bear with me today
For I have awakened
From a dream in which a robin
Made with its shabby wings a kind of veil
Behind which it
better kneel
When you see me comin
Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch
Wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big
Like the Biscuit's
swear it's not me
I blame my father for running out when I was three
Born in the ghetto, I'm a product of society
I blame my eighth grade teacher for
is your skin when they turn you in? Do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended?
What kind of den
and leave my worries behind
I know that any goal I wanna reach, starts in my mind
I'm kinda dope 'cause I'm one of a kind
I like to take my own path, never
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