Lyrics:
National cultural aducation of society
National cultural aducation of society
National cultural aducation of society
National cultural aducation
of vacancies in this line of duty, bands who don't want to quit after the front man, and the main song writer, has left the building. Right now Nirvana,
The door stands open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
Alone, the possibilities are enormous.
Step
eyes
Tell me how to be, I'm terrified
This the new national anthem
Don't move, put your hands up
Came off the Amistad with the glow
Hate the melanin,
has spent most other
Nights this year the building is
Hidden in a residential neighborhood
Behind a high
Automatic gate the room reeks of
Berry-flavored
the pigeons in the park
Good for the weekly tea
Good for the national bank where they keep their treasury
We're the ladies aid society
And we're really
the pigeons in the park
Good for the weekly tea
Good for the national bank where they keep their treasury
We're the ladies aid society
And we're really
said National Service will keep the Union together
Privileged and the poor
Every class and every color
Together in spirit
Building blocks
and blame him
Vybz Fucking Kartel is the
Wul on
Menace to society, me
True me nuh live how dem wan' me fi live
Think fi me self, inside me get mi
they shot Malcolm
Count em up, all the times we've been picking cotton
Building this country, boy you stack em up
Tally em up, and tell me how we not
Siderúrgica Nacional - CSN (National Iron Metallurgy Company) were on strike. The main demands of the workers were the readmission of the workers fired due
I am a bird
Gliding over an open pasture
Unaware of national television
I am a blank red button on a DVD remote
Unused and unaware of my purpose
I am
a copy?
Survive by the grace
Grace Mugabe
Averted eyes advise passing through the building lobby
You don't wanna smoke?
National Geographic negroes
Bitch we do this for Ark
Cause this shit is Arkeologikal
National Park
And you the opposite of logical
You throw down your heart
Until we chillin' in
forbidden like pig
You can't fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig
[Break: RZA]
Raise your sword, and praise the Lord
Enrage the war on this wicked society
Raise your
we doing (High Society)
You know what we doing (High Society)
You know, you know, you know (High Society), You know
Roll up, hit the backwood
Doing
building oh! c'est haut
American hotel oh! c'est haut
CBS Building oh! c'est haut
RCA Building oh! c'est haut
First National City Bank oh! c'est haut
vu d'aussi haut
Oh! c'est haut, c'est haut New York
New York U.S.A.
Empire States Building oh, c'est haut
Rockfeller Center oh! C'est haut
I saw you jump from a burning building
I saw you jump from a burning building
I've seen you move like Elvis set on fire
I've seen you move like
Here to drop bombs
Against all odds
Still remain gods
Grip your arm
We always come hard
The world is ours
Call a national guard
Here we go
Any
of pitiful societies
Fit for your sobriety with masterpieces in mass releases
Smash your thesis with slangs elitist
No hash or reefers when I earn stripes like
to home for me
The fighting on TV
But hate can never win
We need love to start again
But love can't break through
When we're building walls
But crumbling
me
The fighting on TV
But hate can never win
We need love to start again
But love can't break through
When we're building walls
But crumbling down
society and
An officious state he has, as Frost said
A lover's quarrel with the world
In pursuing his perceptions of reality
He must often sail against
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