Lyrics:
Ça s'passe dans les rues de Brooklyn
À chaque tir, un mec kill
Passe pas dans les rues de Brooklyn
Chaque recoin, un ient-cli
Brooklyn, Brooklyn
No justice no peace
It’s been one too many
Need justice to be served to just us
All lives can’t matter till black do
Tired of funerals & candle light
the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man
Serving justice in my vicinity
[Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu]
(This is,
Yes, but you are the hip-hop gangster
'Cause switch around the answer bring ya right to the top (whoa)
Sir Vicious, Just-Ice, the gangster
Deliverin justice to eight square blocks
Brooklyn was safe nobody got shot
We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots
This kinda shits so common had
Born Brooklyn New York 1941
His father left Poland 1921
Escaping for life… a war of the worlds to world of a working class life
Early on he could see
fast
And you're digging from the past
Ain't no justice for all
But we gotta keep standing tall
On the phone to Brooklyn
Ain't nobody lookin'
Now I get it America
You enjoy all the killing!
Is it for justice? For glory?
Turn on the news see another story
Seeing behavior that's damnatory
Travel like the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man
Serving justice in my vicinity
(This is, Brooklyn, zoo)
and initiative meets with resistance
And we have to be re-prepared to find the courage to take risks
Even to fail if the goal is worthwhile
No one has monopoly
Brooklyn
Born and bred Brooklyn, USA
They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA
Well like a lemon to a lime
A lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly
style, no one could compete)
Serpents will bite
Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
and blind niggaz out here
Tryin to shine, yo, yo
Uhh, who give a fuck about a cop
when they move through the Brooklyn blocks lickin a shot
Where
d'justice
T'as peut-être pas tort non plus
Mais choisis-tu d'être une victime?
La plupart des murs sont fictifs
Sinon suffit qu'tu brises une vitrine
Pour
without any initiative
Regrets consume my mind
And anxiety destroys my will to do
Apathy, soliloquy
Viscerally consumed by remorse
It's your life you only
The system has cracked
But who the fuck asked
Fucking NONE
Those who did not act
Shall be crucified
The halls of justice
Looted and ransacked
Ancient burial
on the other side
After five years of exhaustive research and interviews with local historians and descendants of lynching victims
the Equal Justice Initiative
l’air un parfum de Révolution, pourtant les mêmes qui parlent d’égalité et de justice, défendent les profits et la spéculation.
Les gens disent qu’ils
it come to crime, I'm relentless
Criminal justice, more repercussions
Fight for the people, we are the republic
Entrepreneurs, you'll make an abundance
on the brink
DEI initiatives are soon to be extinct
(Str8jakkett)
We take our civil rights for granted until our rights vanish
The white man got us under
to trust this
Act of the devil possess the sword of justice
Take the devil's head through levels and bad truth can spread to mental dead
Imagine us
if you tried
You got to wait to change the system 'til you're past 65
And you can't wait to get some distance from your life
Brooklyn to Berlin, numb
m'en bas les yeu-cou
Je tente le tout pour le tout
Mes raisons valent le coup
Je sais que la justice fait pas de cadeaux
La moindre erreur c'est le
of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get
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