Lyrics:
of dawn
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life
And Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife
Over in the corner was a beat up grand
Being played by a big fat
by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was
Readymade, readymade
Rockin' for the sake of slade
Readymade, readymade
Listen but don't be afraid
I've got a brother making trouble
In the state
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
restin'
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules
Everything around me black, as you can see
And when you hear a cut baby doll I know you
Will feel it huh? Get up on the floor start movin' some
Body parts that got brothers actin' dumb
And they
Feel the load on your brain for the episode
And we just begun, it's number one y'all
Brother Black, the B is back
So check it out
And 'ya don't, I
the load on your brain for the episode
And we just begun, it's number one y'all
Brother black, the b is back
So check it out
And 'ya don't, I won't, if
little brother got shot reppin' his avenue
It's time for us to stop and redefine black power
Forty one souls murdered in fifty hours
The paper read
One, two, three, go
The ice was freezin'
My brother almost drowned
I jumped in to save him
On his way, way down
Then it went black and I went in
porters & the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm
asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rail is all they feel
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
Readymade, readymade
Rockin' for the sake of slade
Readymade, readymade
Listen but don't be afraid
I've got a brother making trouble
In the state
porters & the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
fifty cali's
Rockin' lizard Bally's while we do a drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos, just me and my dino primo
Pushin' Bimm-o's, then parlay in
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
on fire)
Rockin' on, Redman rockin' on
Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?
You shot first, your Glock burst, but it graze me
Now time for lyrics, put up
upside down
Can I get a "ha" from my brothers that be chillin' downtown
"Ho" for the people that be in it what we do
"Yo" check it out 'cause we black
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singing good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don't you know me I'm
doll I know you
Will feel it huh? Get up on the floor start movin' some
Body parts that got brothers actin' dumb
And they be actin' dumb from the cut
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