Lyrics:
nothing
I don't need a proof
Save me the persuasion
You will have your god
I want liberation
I want liberation
I want liberation
Screen junkies
Live stream
Liberation rising
Hey ya hey ya
Internationale
Long live the heroes
Freedom to the people
Hey ya hey ya
Liberation sister revolution brother
Hey ya hey ya
Guerilla war nigga, what
Guerilla war nigga, what what (4x)
It's on..
Ya'll niggaz don't know the art of war
Now you dyin and my gun'll keep
We talk and empty out our hearts
On every subject from the arts
To liberation
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
We talk and empty out our hearts
On every subject from the arts
To liberation
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
We talk and empty out our hearts
On every subject from the arts
To liberation
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
to empty out our hearts
With every subject from the arts
To liberation
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
Or start a rumour
We
religion, and education
Science, art, and the law of man
Free of thought, free at hand
Fruitful is the human race
Savage or a blank slate
The present without
life is a piece of art (oh)
And this is just a brush stroke (oh)
I made it in the biz they said was cutthroat (oh)
I'm gettin' where I wanna be, but
Even then I knew I was tha sickest in tha city
Everything I rap about I live it and really did
Most of y'all too busy tryna be like them industry
Been cravin' more life and more love
That lives in the soul of my heart
Don't wanna be no artist
I'm a dancin', singin' work of art
You lit my
some of us are wounded?
Patience in cycles, motion and movement
All lives won't matter 'til black lives matter
Bound up in liberation with indigenous
Live for the moment, die for the creed
Rise with the sun, everybody bleed
I know everybody sees what they seeing
Gotta look a little closer 'cause
Been cravin' more life and more love
That lives in the soul of my heart
Don't wanna be no artist
I'm a dancin', singin' work of art
You lit my heart
toulminville all in prichard
Dauphin island parkway top to the middle surrounded by nothing but silver back guerillas
Shut down bel air mall run the building
I am more than you ever thought you'd bargain for
A man of peace trained in the Art of War
Completed basic booted before four in the Corps
Now that's
an pasé an mòd avyon
Queen la maké avè on pyon, dè kwa rann on king fou
Tèlman tèknik ou jou konprann kè sé on priz a kung fu
Métrizé art à la guerilla kon
the oil to art, like
Barely can remember, the times where the dust was settled
Guerilla, the rocky rebel, these androids not on my level, shit
Rarely miss
So where do I start
This song is about this man named Tarchin
Mastered the art of imparting the Dharma
Bodhisattva
Sparking the hearts
sentence
Most of these dark arts curses can't be lifted and will end up eating away the victims lifespan
Fortunately Scyne can resist most of curses since
compassion
Mother generosity
Mother fashion
Mother reciprocity
Mother invention
Mother martial arts
Mother intention
Mother matriarchy
Mother flower
Mother
Who writes the agenda? Who controls the narrative? Who holds the perimeter at the edge of how we learn to live? How does our culture tie the threads
fetishized
Soul and mind
I don't want to live inside their eyes
Or internalize lies that they say about you
Because I know nothing that they say about me's
to empty out our hearts
With every subject from the arts
To liberation
We love to pull apart someone
And spread some gossip just for fun
Or start a rumour
We
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