Lyrics:
to the thunder shout
I am, I am, I am, I am
So it goes
We make what we made since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women
Work of men
Seasons round,
things going on."
As you drive to your job in the city
you see homeless men sitting outside of an office building
Business men in fancy suits pass by them
breakin you
Taxin without askin and trackin and snakin you
Makin you succumb to the drums of gangstarr
By far we are, truly gifted ones son
But if you were
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin'
You see what happened last time they started"
Well, I seen
final, and he is certain, his greatest work.]
Since the time when ra and isis
Raised the sphinx out of the sand
And apollo dreamed athena
And men
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
Children stop to steel, listen to me
God walked down by the Briny sea
Beheld evil of the sinful men
Declared that he would destroy the land
Spoke to Noah
the best
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well, she tore their boats
about time
To be a black men you have to be bold
You may get judged by the color of your skin
No matter where you go
To many black men dying in the row
the land I love the best
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well,
(Hold up!) It's Diddy (That shit's crazy!)
The D the I the D the D the Y, the D the I the D
It's Diddy (Hold up!) It's Diddy (Say whaaat?!)
Aiyyo, I
that ain't hard too see
But you must have been fooled again by your friends across the sea
And maybe you were fooled again by your people here at home
I can still work for two men
And drink for three
And I raise my flask
To the clearing skies
To you, sweepers
You carrion spies
To scavenge
Riches no one can exceed
And why are some men born
With a fate of poverty
One firm bed
For a swollen back
Year by year
The bodies wracked
and tracking and snaking you
Making you sucumb to the drums of Gangstarr
By far we are truly gifted ones, son
But if you were to speculate or estimate us
For the day when I'd no longer cry.
I get myself to work by eight
But oh, was I born too late,
And do you think I'll fail
At every single thing
Seems like lately we're losin' touch
Work too hard and worry too much
I think it's time for me and you
To get back to what we used to do
We'd
to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not
And pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Start all over again
Work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired
But
a headlight
I freeze up when I re-up
See I barely have patience
And you're relating
Only the moment to complete us
Why you hate to work for it?
The reason
work 'til midnight
I'm out of town, shorty very, dirty on the turnpike
My piss clean, I caught a case of happens to the best
The lawyer said don't
And pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Start all over again
Work like a soul inspired
Till the battle of the day is won
You may be sick and tired
But
of everyday
She might get crazy but she don't get mean
Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights
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