Lyrics:
wrong
Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong
P Diddy:
United we stand, divided we fall
N'Sync: (J.C.)
Oh you know
world a song
Hold the key in the palm of your hand and still we break the law
The story of a man who lives in a cardboard box
He's tangles and he's webbed
when I used to live for more
Than just the useless fix, before the allure of sin
Would cast the black mask over the consequence
I did right by you
a backwards world
Where I sting the bees
Where the deserts freeze
And the doorbells are ringing me
I live in a backwards world
Where the sun is black
guided by a compass
I saw beauty to the north
I drew the tales of many lives
And wore the faces of my own
I had these memories all around me
So I
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
to grind, stay peeling green chile
Burlap sacks stacked to the mother fuckin ceiling
Weed so good puffin yucca till we feel it
I seen black keys you know I
The tradition of black people
Equal rights and justice
I&I
Mistic life
Rastarafi bring them
The way to live in babylon
Is not a competence
To see
he made the rims poke
Trust me they can't touch P, in one touchie
Turn drop-head coupe to dune-buggy
Admire the verses, their inspired by
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
, black by design, black boy, black be the true color of my eye
Black skin, black everything, I'm black mighty black boy fly
Black Thought be my favorite
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling
crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun
daily as the right
(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn't do that
more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave
and 49ers
Rivals, but the South remain calm
Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each other's lives
Over colours and thangs, that they can
We'll make the ceiling out of gold
We'll get a special vinyl station
To play the tunes of our love
But you've locked up the way to your caring arms
and writin' rhymes
Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish
And his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat
Goin' all out to the fullest,
Moonlights on the water
Reflecting memories of the sun
If you on that whack coward shit
Just know
My Black power fist
With the Black gloves
Hold
and the propaganda
They don't want us to live in peace I won't be controlled by the beast
Poets, politricks and the propaganda
Why can't all good people live free must
in
But what is the difference from dying and
Living like why would it even begin
I live for the finish the damned and
Demented diminishing bitch it's
Live life petal to the meadow
In search of the depth of the whole
I want you to find it and etch it bold
And wear confidence like you bet the gold
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
across the line
Parasitic cowards
Sell the world beneath our feet
Lifetime of deceiving
Justified by gold and hate
All that we are is dragging us
Live life petal to the meadow
In search of the depth of the whole
I want you to find it and etch it bold
And wear confidence like you bet the gold
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