Lyrics:
At what point did poor European people that used to rebel
Against the ones that forced them to work land
They didn't own and die with nothing
[Smoke:]
They say roses are red so is the gold on my neck
they say violets are and my diamonds are too
DTP, got me on the bubble like court top
since I met
to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies
Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes
It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell
rockin' with the best, the best!
[TALIB KWELI]
Yeah
When I was a young man I had stars in my eyes
Time is wrinkled like the hands of the elders that love
past that
Coming into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders
I got off the 2 train in brooklyn on my way to a session
Said let me help this woman
they take it down (go)
You know I couldn't do no Scat, I'm in the 'Cat, it don't meow
Break it down, red key, orange seats, nectarine
Niggas out here
sleepin', wide awake dreamin'
I'm really just stoned, they think I'm leanin'
We ride around in bulletproof Europeans
And bring bitches back, to the Four
Expensive thangs, European names
Ice embedded amidst, ruby red flames she
Stayed in his mix, figured it was all a game
Swearin' that this nigga was her ticket
out the red carpet, never buy it from punks
Valet piece and chain, starched and my chain
Hit the club showing love, tip the dancer a dub
Got killa in
the lot, slamming do's on buttons
And I'ma slide slide, slippidy slide
Pop trunk let it down, show up in my ride
Roll out the red carpet, never buy it from
of view
Are they remembered at all? By who?
The world's war, 1884
Scramble for Africa, height of imperial force
European armies go and conquer the globe
reppin
L-L-London, reppin hard hard
Do it for the Queen f'n cold European
The came in clean all the way from
And we run the scene
I love the fucking
elders
give you a spanking on this mic
yes the one you will remember
if the game is being played you the mouse in the cage
you may think you playing me
gold on my neck, pay respect to my elder
Melanin my goddess and dat cake red velvet
Gold on my neck, Gold on my neck, Bitch
Gold on my neck, Gold on my
shit, smoking dabs, drinking, fuck a cost bitch. uh
I wanna fuck an actress like a red head
I'm thinking Amy Adams need's a dread head
We gonna loot
You were a red rose, thornless
Picked from a bouquet of white
You dragged me out of the darkness
And showed me a brighter light
A haze of grey
reloading my ink bold
I won’t disrespect my elders, I’m stamping the case closed
Yellow tape, red and blue lights painting the backroad
I’m a firm believer in
Ion what else to tell the nigga
Cold like my elders nigga
Hot box done helped a nigga
Swiss cheese on loose sleeve
Bitch bad from Kissimmee
Lord
thin red old threads of knees
A thought rises each grievance underground
Light-unearthing Sightlessness
Elder myths, immortalized, now end,
lightning feet don’t even need your white shoes
We’re all in a mind and we’re human
We’re all in a big red bowl
And all of your big fat fingers
They don’t
I'm speakin' out the side of my neck affront the elders
Standin' in the Fire Temple on Adams, no need for shelter
Flamed up like Link in his tunic,
with me
Tu' way pocky' way
That enforce
Social distance
Tu' way pocky' way
An elder yelled
We on fire
Tu' way pocky' way
Wild Tchoupitoulas'
On the bayou
Well you know it's love that we come to bring
Big up Mr. Mello Red on the bungalow riddim
Wah dem feel like? Hahahaha
Check d ting
Hey
Well
Oh
cornered and fears
For his life
As the rain is coming down (His horns became a crown)
As the night just pales and fades
This morning will be painted red
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