Lyrics:
that's gonna be given to you by the Wu, brothers and sisters
The revolution, the revolution will be televised, televised
It's time to rise, and take
Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars, let me say my piece
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin'
to fight
You have a prayer on your lips under the desert sun
And a loaded gun
You remember every word
That your father said
Stay out of trouble
a smoke filled late night club by the river
Sat a stranger dealing five card stud
He was a big talkin', fast walkin' fly by nighter
There to take
the night I will be screamin'
Hour by hour livin' the life that I'm dreamin'
Under the gun, I'll be the one, walking the edge of the knife
Taking
Bury me standing under your window with this cinder block in hand
Yeah 'cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move, I'm sure
this gun busts
Oh you say you want war, nigga let's go
Bring the drama, that's on my momma
You don't wanna rumble
K dot will put you under)
Since
contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's
A man held hostage
By this contagion
Alone abandoned
In search of legion
Under pressure
Under black skies
We must find the cure
Before we die
He was branded as a wasted youth/
Sent to the slaughter by a wolf in the skin of a mother
Shedding crocodile tears who fears the truth,
Like a light
Went and called Freckles
Told her I love her
Ran home
Got ran under the covers
Another day slips by
Got to fix the mind
I've got the mind maligned
With
When you see a deer you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake you think picnic
And I see a large mouth up under that log
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin'
moulin rouge
Mop the ones that can't handle the thug soul
The ruggish or the bone
I'm out in Asia with a geisha
S-H to the O
Wolf for the gun, it's all
heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Ugh) until
There's nothing new under the gun
Cognitive dissonance
Wallow in sardonic fear while your will breaks like glass
Throw on the blinders, ignore
the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'Cause there's a noose
could end up with a smack in the mouth
Just for standing out, now, really
Brothers, sisters, can't you see?
The future's owned by you and me
There
songs buy the 2 Cd's
This is
And collector fever is killing me
Ray gun, ray gun, do you gotta ray gun
This is funded by a major
But shabbily
this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building
Hope the dogs don't smell it
Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me
I'm hungry,
When you see a deer you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake you think picnic
And I see a large mouth up under that log
children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
I've been victimized by a devil in disquise
That you pulled the rug from under my feet
All those hopes that you made in bed
I think you forgot really
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