Lyrics:
it's true
The red man's in the sunset too
Took our land, now they won't give it back
They sent geronimo a cadillac
(chorus)
He won the war, in a foreign land
That was no hero, that was my old man
And he came back home, where he met his wife
And he raised his kids, while
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
and out of time
Conductor makes his final round
But all the people and places past
They went by just a little too fast
How I wish, I could've slowed
past the physical world like Sufis
My people's was sold one-by-one like Lucy's
These niggaz got grams but no lands yo you losin me
Watch that first
history
Bending time
By my almighty hand
I shall colonize this wretched land
Beneath the watching eye
Entwines the soil with life
These beings
One time in London I gone out for a walk
Past the place called Hyde Park where people talk
About all kinds of different gods they have their point
bestest shit
Gorillas in the mist, pro-black, pump they fist
I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips
Silence Lambs, bitch, run through your land
So wave your flags of red and white
These colours unite, colours unite
Wave your flags of red and white
We're England, England tonight
Through
we can rest
The party is disrupted by
An uninvited guest
Deadline approaches
For the weary land
It used to be something
But we let it run down
She is many who dreams of being one
Coyote daring to be a clown
A falcon bearing her inner robin
Oh the red red breast! Oh the red red down!
The sky is red, I don't understand
It’s past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned,
She makes you burn with a wave
The Red Sky
You're cruising through my mind
The Red Sky, The Red Sky
Every wasted mind
All who lost their ways in time
Fading slowly and passing by
Every
Raw, I'm going to give it to you
With no trivia
Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia
While bent funny bone grown community
Spit
Here comes the end of the age
The great Tale of life's last pages
Devoured by the merciless time
And murals are crumbled to grime
Songs of the past
walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says Hell I can roll 'em
Hold tight
Monday morning, wake up yawning
Break an egg, bust my head, maybe it's a warning
Ring on the bell
Says it's half past eight
Kees
Vulture culture is here to stay
No tomorrow, no today
In no man's land they lay to waste
Vulture culture is here to stay
Vulture culture is here
Been eight decades since the Great War
Never thought we'd see this no more
The bullets flew, the madness spread
And turned the black earth red
What
Ima let a hoe see
I’m a queen with the green nigga no fanasty
Bitch this SLIGHT
Material things
Gotta nice crib with rings that gleam
Russian cream
The battle takes heavy toll
But they achieve what they're fighting for
Now the land is free again
Oh, no more blood and pain
The clouds passing by
The sky is red, I don't understand
Past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned
She makes you burn with a wave of her
The drive-bys double
'Cause the youth dem nah go a war
And go fight with knuckle
The two sides scuffle
Vietnam nah go a war
With no more kung fu nun chuckle
of ya man dem
Neva heard of ya man dem
I'm swervin Atlanta
That 40 is Bussin
It Ain't No Russian
My mans on a roof
Wit da scope
We'll touch em
I been
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