Lyrics:
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking
Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits
You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent
You burn up
the truck he drove,
And just one lane over.
He aimed those angel eyes at me,
Smiled like we were meant to be.
'For he stole my heart from a moving car.
the solutions
Now it's like do or die
So salute to the battle cry
And all the real niggaz
Step up to the frontline
You don't want two scoops of fruit loops
For
the final band called
"Escape Is At Hand For The Travellin' Man"
You yelled in my ear, this music speaks to me
They launched into, "Lonely From Rock 'n
with for life
I took in your kid, did everything that you wanted me to
Now I'm in the s- about you fronting on radio interviews
Do it make you feel
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I'm CP3 'cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It's all about the muthafuckin' money
told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between
This is an important song
This is a dance song
This is..
THIS IS RED ROCKS...
THIS IS THE EDGE!!!
No really this is a song about...
We want to get
down
You're going deaf and that's for sure
But all you do is scream for more
Get the lead out go for broke
Pop your pills and drink and smoke
Come on, (Jerichooo)
You know I got ya, yeah
One, Break the wall down (Ahhhhhh)
Break down the walls
For those about to rock and what ya want
Baby
to wall
Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk
Salute, salute
Yeah
Montana, what up, baby?
Word up, you know what it is, my nigga
Louis Rich right here,
what ya got
Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said 1-2-3-4
Tell me Wonder Mike what are you waiting for?
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
about the "have" and "have-nots,"
In between chapters we take another shot
And one by one we slide from reality
With nowhere to go, and nowhere to be
the punishment is the whip
Dominus imperators
Salute you those who are about to die
unencumbered by cats
They're burning like wet matches
through my miracle mile mind
You left your thumbprint inside me now for months it seems
But mine
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town.
And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
We got to singin' around.
And about
world was about to face the music. Between the El Mariel and the 1980 riots, we as minorities Americans could no longer take our freedom for granted
With the (hey, hey)
Check this future shock
Of rock revolution, punk (oh my god!)
Here it comes, so shut it up.
You keep on talking
we gonna shut your
four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful, "Is he in critical?"
why cry for the poor get neglected, rejected, put to death
How much more will we take?
Did you father work off his shirt, blood, sweat and tears
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
now but wait 'til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty
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