Lyrics:
this machine in the ground (let's touch each other and feel each other down)
Say, we need to say what we mean (let's razzmatazz and all that jazz)
flaunt and communize
You just haunt and demonize
All that does is dramatize
People who desire peace over war with others are truly wise and truly loving
One dollar and eighty-seven cents
That was all
She had put it aside
One cent and then another
And then another
In a careful buying of meat and other
we follow, others found 'em difficult
I guess it's obvious
As to what my hobby is
The root of all evil, pollute the scene niggas by the kids
studying hard all day in school
Tryin' very hard to understand the golden rule
I think I'll color this man father (color him father)
I think I'll color
Gouda, got a little bit of cheddar
My medallion got more colors than a peacock feather
Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other
Dark as all the trying years
Ancestors had to weather living out they lives in fear
You shade colors, but I see them in a different light
Power is in
man gotta plead
So much time, there's help they need
By God, I wish they stop killing my brothers
It's the Lucifer they see in the color
One was
into the deal
Like she came along to me
And all creeds and kinds and colors
Of us are blending
Till I suppose ten million years from now
We'll all be
cares what's underneath it
I wanna see your true colors
Shining through
10 Years passed, she is now a city girl
She proved it to herself, she proved it
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
lazy
Saying that I'm not ready
Every day that goes by I wanna tell her about the ways
That we can go about spending our days
All of my friends telling me
man, it's all about them colors
What set you claim, boy, don't kick it with no other
He stayed about his business, putn work in with his brothers
Product
to raise up hell
Racists be bishops, by the way they stick to color
How about we all just come together like we brothers
And our egos be kings, by the way we
find
Over 50 restaurants owned
By 50 black women i didn't say minority
And I didn't say women of color
So after you burn down your
Own home what do you
others
When you listen to it non-stop, ten hours a day, though, for a year
It changes you
It's kind of like eating Thai, Mexican, and Indian food only
bumpkin
Riding in the sun, skin burnt the color of a pumpkin
Reviled by the ladies, ridiculed by other men,
Nothing to set you apart nor would there ever
to let him rap
All these years, now I can see why you
Was runnin' scared of me
Cause I'm the nigga that's gonna expose you
Ain't the nigga you appear
Love my color but I hate my color
Prolly reasons we hate each other
Prolly reasons why you can't even cry when you teething cuz pops ain't gon raise
official underneath the mistletoe
Colors of love are red and green in the snow oh oh
This time of year reminds us of an old love
We've known since we were
guess we would have to walk a mile in each other's shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear 10's
Let's see if you can fit your feet
In my shoes,
never there for me
Saw all this snake shit coming x y'all out so slowly
You keep screamin gang that is not ya homie
When I called for you I was by my
of skin mattered most to them all
One color had the power to make all of the rules
The others were workers and worked just like mules
Deep down inside some
the Commandments like people who don't live in Hell
Honor Thy Father and Mother doesn't apply to their murderers at all
Their murderers have no standing in the Ten
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