Lyrics:
Brooklyn, my destination of birth
Momdukes gave us power to walk the streets of the universe
We comin from Brooklyn, fully damn armed
These situations of life
home
I swear they be armed
And they dangerous
The Group home
The Group home
We popping xans
Getting famous
I got a lot of xans
I'm in my element
She got
once the song's begun, the group is one,
And once the song is done, the group is gone.
That two-beat pattern is in every rock-and-roll-number!
I don't
peaceful Muslims
So they can switch back and forth
But you must look at organisations like CAIR
Council on American-Islamic Relations this is
A group that
coast's most concern was
How has rakim's flow made christians convert with islamic ways
Let the rhythm hit 'em was the third lp
A sophisticated mean one
chronic
Impossible to hold down like vomit
Mics I palm it, 'cause they da bomb it
Like terrorist is Islamic, I enter your atmosphere feel like a comet
the narrative
Yes I'm Islamic no I ain't no terrorist
That is hilarious right
When you look at the one who's comparing us
I keep my head high like a parachute
I'm
like lightning, terrorists Islamic
A ghetto superhero, like Marvel Comics
Vertical limits, fresh notebooks I write anthems to crooks image
Cross
atlonics
Demonic is tainted chronic
Impossible to hold down like vomit
Mics I palm it
You stay to bomb it
Like tourists that's Islamic
I enter your
visions, I'm on a mission
Doctor cce, precision on point, I make my incision
Ya **** common as Islamic bombings when you mention ********
Crazy 'nough
A plager of pop art
Plager of pop art
An abstraction of the every day
I will never choose bruise
To the blood clots & news
Rip trip off the placid lake
Armed
Pray for Paris, what they tell us, while Nigeria burn
Schools bombed overseas, where kids in Syria learn
Islamic leaders being attacked for
stuck inside a cage
All that we can do is try to live another day,
Come together as a group and find a way to make a change
Everybody working hard just
Women of colour are struggling every day
Turkish women have lost a home to stay in
They're no longer safe
When expecting raping
Islamic women are getting
ultrasonic mumble rappers convulse and vomit
What kind of false Islamic spirits do you channel trying Mac?
Defying tact you giant rat you camel
Corny rappers
as for those who disbelieve from the various groups, the fire will be their promised meeting place
Do not harbour any doubt, surely they will enter hell
of the different types of
Groups while I'm trying to run
I'm talking about the year that I'm
Planning to achieve and accomplish
You know why I shouldn't
Leave out
This song's called "Cannonball Becomes the One Armed Man";
it's about the time my left arm got amputated.
It grew back!
My friend got drunk
synchin', lyin' and about to get slapped
Smoke some of this, suck it up then think
If your group's not paid then you might get backstabbed
You's a brother,
June gloom
Armed with lattes delicious
With presence like Sid Vicious
On that missionary mission
Through the elm and ivory
Chalk dust in my eyeballs
June gloom
Armed with lattes delicious
With presence like Sid Vicious
On that missionary mission
Through the elm and ivory
Chalk dust in my eyeballs
I've
Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He
crossed out
Never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups
Like rock block raute
I can't be touched
Cause
assembled in groups,
ready to shoot, dressed in bulletproof khaki suits like that...
[[Chorus]]
It's like that, these cats are sick without me,
When you
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