Lyrics:
other's skins
Even though she's crying
He thinks about men
His friend guesses what I'm up to
A telephone call is made
A life is torn up by the roots
Tea is
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
A clockwork system runs
A rotten state of fails
Shooting rusted guns
At the great white whale
March on long dead sons
Keeping wheels on rail
An engine for
coloured people by the score
Oooo.....
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
And keep it stirring for
highness but we did it all night
Last night!
[Tajai]
Last night I spend my whole night out
Met some hoes outta fest for low riders
Mind hunters, lip gloss
your dreams
For me the God architects for the seeds
Listen, uh
Pencil me in as The Great Fat Hope
You heard right, my nigga I'm pure coke (uh)
I've been
Ha ! Yeah ! Yeah boii boii..
Yeah !
Got purp, Got work, Got pills
Real deal shit it's I cant feel my face shit
Got white, Got dark, Got lean
Too
pussy nigga!
I'm sorry you can never feel my life
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
It's hard to elevate when this country's ran by whites
they fucking face
Knot the noose, they think they grey
Endless bites like a buffet
Grey59 great white, I'll chew on your bitch
And then end your shit all
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
whispers Your name
For me you left Your throne
And traded crown for thorns instead
I'm safe within not by Your skin
But because Your blood was red
This broken arrow needs heeding
When great white fathers
Your mistress is inequality
Rash and reckless
Won't get us
To where we want to be
a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean,
Apple pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline,
And if you don't love
John Reilly was a traveling man from round the town of Boyle
He chanted a store of ancient song of Lords and Ladies Royal
A milk-white steed in
By the sea side at last
And a fine, white court
By the sea side at last
You promised me a thing
That was not possible
That you would give me gloves
It was all an ocean
Of emotion devotion
But the storm has gone
White flag above
They're powerful
You know
Is now when
You need yourself
Control your
with the grounds of its own disgrace
I buried my heart at wounded knee
It was torn apart by the white man's greed
But still my spirit is running free
seated by my side
Hope this lasts forever and ever
Zooming on open fields (Faster, faster, faster)
Going at great speeds (Fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty)
cloth
My god more enlightened to lives lost penned as bygones by the victors of a quiet war
Little white lies ripple and define laws
No real fears
Living
"I have wealth beyond measure-
My treasures are words
Forged by time in a tale of
Such beauty they cry to be heard.
Still a young fool was I
get mad 'cause we won't flip-flop
'Cause RBL's just like a truck with no brakes, punk, it don't stop
Like Tony the Tiger you know our shit is like great
the eye
Pressed against the telescope of dreams
Sees two stars
Two stars, two white hot lines on a firey white
Spinning madly on lines defined
By each
my side
Yo
Pull up on you late night
And this gon be a great night
Damn baby fine I'm tryna swim like the great white
I'm tryna keep you locked in
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