Lyrics:
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, Rza and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
this point I donʼt even tr"ck my losses Still put
in work, you c"n go "nd "sk my bosses
Le"ve the r"p exh"usted till my c"sket dropping
Hook (D"rxx)
We
interested in the rest
By myself I’ll be the best
I’m not interested in the rest
If you doubt it will only get worse
Must believe, believe men
You must work
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
implosion
Your whole chest and your world caved in
They completely gave in, they just sparks and brave men
Did ya say that?
Record execs wanna push the album
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being couped up in the house trying to be held up tight
So jazzy jeff and fresh prince don't mean
your cards right
There's some men here tonight worth your while," thinking
[Chorus]
Work that you love is hard to come by
The kids she could
Even though I love him
Man I wish I never met him
Loving harder in the summer
Bringing in the coldest winter
Living hell that be like Heaven
Best
Why must I always feel so alone
Men working hard for not enough at best
Women working just as hard for less
They get together late at night at bars
away
The newspaper's oven-hot
Men murder each other in
The streets without reason
The worst men have the best jobs
The best men have the worst jobs
concrete
So when dy
Talking to me
U knw dy can't compete
I jst wavy dy go
Dem never chi chun chin
No be by who resemble
Na by who raise pikin
Nd i lived in d
I am learning English as a 2nd language
On the bus journey back home to my family
In the west end of this city
Where I was told that we could live
JEANS!!
[Chorus]
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get
men are there
We make certain they're armed
The curtain falls, his reign will end
Madness!
I'm not so sure, not if it works
This is madness!
Listen
Drink 'nough beers before the game, what d'ya call that? Georgie Best MC
Listen, I don't rest MC
You man sleep, that's why you're not
all been deleted
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
'Till versions of versions of others repeating
Come laughing at everything
And to die by the roadside
In lone Béal na Bláth
When barely sixteen, to England crossed o'er
For to work as a boy in a government store
But the volunteers'
want to spoil me
My honey annoints me with oils G
After work she greets me, and treats me like royalty
Works with me, giving herself, by my side
She
Ababwa
Genuflect, show some respect
Down on one knee!
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your sunday salaam
Then come and meet his spectacular
the people who work at radio
Because these
Is real people that gotta feed they kids
And they're not being allowed to play that
Real shit cause they
Think that
is it, "'Radio, fuck you?' That’s what
You’re saying?" Exactly
Not fuck the people that work at
Radio because these is real
People that gotta feed
schochkies on the breakfront of life.
I'll never forget the first time I found these girls,
Selling their papayas on 42nd Street. So flushed, so filthy.
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