Lyrics:
I have a friend of a friend
Who overdosed by accident
It wasn't by accident
What a tragic mishappening
And I have a prescription to keep me happy
Is
Art-hounds look like nothing
So art-hounds write something
And those that do are judged by those
Who tried and found they couldn't do
Art-hounds see
Warning
Yo, wanna rumble with the Pun, huh?
Shit on the whole industry
Yo, who puff more L' than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
Who
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals
Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin candles
this place
Let's move on
To rebuild
In the wreckage of this place
Tell the world can reborn
And be saved by the Grace
Hear the echoes cry
To the new
and darkness shall reign for ten thousands
of generations...your children will be drenched in blood... Because he who kills cannot love and he who loves would
Baby
That's you
A sentimental woman, that's true
A special kind of lady, who knew?
You took me by surprise
Baby
There's one in every crowd
Feel the scream of the fallen brothers
Feel the cry of the new generation
Feel how we fall to a rotten country
She shouted murder while you were going
I'LL CRY, I'LL FIGHT, FOR THOUSANDS OF TIMES.
EVEN IN THIS RELENTLESS STORM THAT TURNS MY BONES INTO THE DUST.
I'LL CRY, I'LL FIGHT, FOR ALL OF MY
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
[Wyclef]
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
times we wonder if it's worth our while to try
Aimless generation wakes to watch the world pass by
Those who get ahead in life are those who live a lie
didn't take a break, my nigga, I broke
Broke my heart, broke my soul, don't cry for me though
If you don't break nothing down then it's no room to grow
the cleanest velour
Fast forward, who thought that I would meet him on tour?
I'm earnin' stripes now nigga, got Adidas galore
Backstage I shook his hand, let
never come
As thousands more die,
The screams remain
For the ears of the living.
Reminding them all of their death
Hear their cries
Hymns of tragedy.
to die, we multiply, by the hundred
Fuckin' by the thousand, leave me out ? so grounded
Beatin' up your soundman
Playa haters and players, we give um'
the imagination of a generation
New humans inherit the earth
They are the masters
Protected by Bobaflex
All throw your blasters
(hu- hail)
Now if you
Run, I run lost in the mist
Abandoned to oblivion
I am the prey of her cry
Devoured by the one who will
No longer want to sleep
That siren
Siren
Hide
day
tell everyone who you are
I'll be there when you cry
Ill be by your side,
because there is a special reason
We are glows of the light
just like
For thousands of years more, the village lay calm
Protected by dragons from dusk until dawn
And from dawn until dusk, each day never lost another
and everyday
When I turn it on
It's the same old song
Nobody wants to hear
Well I'm a product of the Bocefus generation
Now what they call country
Really
Manhattan is an island
Like the women who are
Surrounded by children in a car
Surrounded by cars
Or Manhattan was a project
That projected the worst
For ten thousand generations this world living in poverty of a spiritual kind
For ten thousand generations this world deceived by a deep rooted lie
plots to maul nations out of shock and awe
Generation of ideas
Children who won't talk at all
Profits fall
Chalk on walls
Years spent on prison cells
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