Lyrics:
lived in tribal societies
Peace, peace and harmony
And everything for the good of family
Yeah cancer people can't smoke weed
People voted to be
adopted
In a consertive way
They call this
A tribal environment
True
True
True
Primates
Hence the same invention
Might have finally been made
In tribal
COMPETITION TRIBAL SOCIETIES. TEARING EACHOTHER APART TRADITIONAL TRIBAL CUSTOMS AT HAND LEAVING THEIR FOOTSTEPS IN SAND CLEANSE AND REPEAT, DAMAGE,
lived in tribal societies
Peace, peace and harmony
And everything for the good of family
Yeah cancer people can't smoke weed
People voted to be
lived in tribal societies
Peace, peace and harmony
And everything for the good of family
Yeah cancer people can't smoke weed
People voted to be
we lived in tribal societies
Peace and harmony
And everything for the good of family
Yeah, cancer people can smoke weed
People voted to be free
lived in tribal societies
Peace, peace and harmony
And everything for the good of family
Yeah cancer people can't smoke weed
People voted to be
TRIBAL-TECH SOCIETY – IN A VIOLENT WAVE
REGRESSIVE MEMORY – MENTAL DISCHARGE
INTO THE VENOMOUS ADRENALINE
CYBORGS MADE OF DEAD SOLDIERS
HYPNOTIZED EYES
NOMAD
Tribal war social plague invades
Society
Nature of the habitat confronts
Bombard in pain
Ridiculed for sarcastic gain
Bad vibe
All I see is
society
Outside of any tribal system
Men's acts are the most devastating
They traumatize their fellow men and violate their freedoms
Disgusting idiocy that
End Tribal Wars
This song talks about tribal wars in Africa, from the ancient time to present; there are tribal wars in a lot of places in the world
Keep your head up
It's a high society
It's time for some realization,
Not fueled by media manipulations
But the manifestation of the last generation,
walk-a
If you're in a Jeep and you dig what you're hearing
Can I get a beep and a side order of cheering?
I am what I am, that's a tribal man
We all
the truth unfold
Half of the story has never been told
Secret society of the skull and bones
A meet behind the scene at the bohemian grove
So they determine
to society
That's what you're telling me, penitentiary would only hire me
Curse me 'til I'm dead
Church me with your fake prophesize that I'ma be just
to society
That's what you're telling me, penitentiary would only hire me
Curse me 'til I'm dead
Church me with your fake prophesize that I'ma be just
the love stays
Dealing with society's pressures is one thing
Let alone all of the problems that funds bring, but no stress
Understand it comes with
rain
and dem seh tomorrow gonna be the same
And now you finally see the light
Its tribal war bredda & bredda fight
The cakes so small and everybody
hits your eyes
Get off the stage
You're in my way
An ugly tribal on your soul
You Follow blind
As the sunshine hits your eyes
the way
You hide
Tribal
Revival
Survival
You see the
Arrival
Of Honesty
And Honestly
Intuition
Turns to
Instinct
Both of our souls
Stay
In
Sync
I've
Got the fore
to lion's den
Then I'm back to the lion's den
I just want society to love me
I just want society to love me
I just want society to love me
Even if that means
Masses wasting away to the light
Monarchs taking the last of their fill
The culmination of power through lies
Now is the time where society crumbles
Me sey gwaan a Africa
Cause mount Zion haffe build
Every tribal man come utilise your skill
Give I strength, give I the power
Unnuh fi give me
by society where high-anxiety is just one variety
Hatin each other is another, brotha
I mean I'm really true to the shit, my spit ain't just
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