Lyrics:
of the light
And down a dream of alleyways
Walks a saint of rag and bone
The madman torn asunder
By the angel of lyon
And he sang ava maria
Or at least
They talked to the sister, the father and the mother
With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other
And the camera noses in to the tears
can tell
By my rag hanging, nigga, this is Crip, but I'm chilling
It feels so good to get away
Especially when your name is D-O-double-Gizzee
a faith
Lost without a trace
Crippled by the tools
Made by the hands of fools
Start the fire
And cast the first stone
"Teach me", said the God
as you know I was a fisherman
And how full the nets came in
We hauled them up by hand
But when we fled, I left them just out past the coral reefs
They mad that I'm winnin'
Close my eyes
And I'm seeing demons
I got blood on my hand
Can't stop the bleedin'
Yeah I went from rags
From rags to riches
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin' with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
10 a.m. it's west side bitch
She see the glasses, so obvious
Run from home, after tonight we up out of here
Don't go home 'cause they just ran me up
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
With his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held
ride on the cops (cops)
I was young, black, and ashy, '42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket, throwin' up blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang
me one time
I fall to my knees
Singing your song and offering mine
I'll stay to your side
And travel by night to far away sands
I'll cast off my
the mornin' 'fore the sun come up
He'd kiss his sleepin' daughter
Steer out through the channel
And casts his nets into the water
Billy Sutter fought with
what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces,
Cast a spell of instrumentalist on all of you MC's who hate us
So you can try on, leave you without
Hey you, purely by coincidence
Happen to be the one that I love
And you, purely by coincidence
Happen to be the hand to my
a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.
Take a load off Annie, take a load for free;
Take a load off
the spell
I tried a part, now I'm playin' it well
Professional man, had the world in his hands
He arrived in the finest cars
He posted up his lifetime
Well, I hope you have fun
Splashin' in the slack tide
Unchaperoned over on the flip side
I write what I know about, made up or true
These songs
Have you seen the old man, in the closed-down market
kicking up the papers, with his worn-out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hands held loosely
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
Yeah yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brr
Brr
Brr
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can
those swollen pigs
Stand up to those who told us lies
And led us blind to our demise
So here we stand with an empty hand
Our feet are sore, our backs
to break
The raging skull, the rag to the bull
The nails that drag in either hand
Well, I will make my work of that
I know this place, I know this task
hands
Victimize, cast off, forgotten daughter, play the martyr
So they sympathize with your condition and your position
It's strategic how your
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