Lyrics:
fuckin' thing I do I'll
Yeah, Immortal Technique, Rassy
Nigga, I never forget nothing nigga
Fifty-one percent of the World Bank is owned by the U-S
on
Niggas was gone when the frame was on
I'm gettin' breakin' them balls daily
Is there a ghetto in heaven or
Do I go to hell?
See, seems I was sentenced
And passing them used lots of skills
But When Worlds Collide said George Pal to his bride
'I'm gonna give you some terrible thrills'
Like a
Science fiction
It's the world's most dangerous crew, TRU Records
My crew stay behind bars, we ghetto superstars
Been droppin' bars in studios, and finger fuck pretty
is for the meek.
Our faces fucked
Our crushed in cheeks
Line us up
Have a ball
Lines of credit and concrete stalls.
I think of George Harrison
innocent people die)
This is not the first time we saw this shit before many people saw loved ones murdered by the law, a new pandemic on the rise in
as an entire group of people are erased
We won't sit by idle and not say
Who we know is to blame
Fuck the Christian Zionists
For wishing for the end of the world
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
P is in Suite 23 doin' hella shit (unnnnngh)
to ya relative
In the ghetto we turnin' fine hoes into petals
hands on our metals never have to fetch
busting shots at ya'
They trying to topple your regime, the gestapo with the cream
Got plots to cop nukes from russian mafia
By who's poll is George Bush
the horses mouth yunno
Well truth is niggas in the streets got to get together all over the nation
I'm talm bout we gotta get together in Chicago
We gotta get
they eyes
It makes you wanna fuck some shit up
Tryna make it up out the ghetto
The block is like the Olympics, we walk around with our medals
Ghetto birds with pink Timb's
A box of shells for the Cola for Kim's
Sponsored by the Clan, see
Pop more vanilla cherry than Luke Perry
Now tell me
ice, tired of Bentley
It's the end of the century
I recognized the world is a beautiful place
Niggas opinions ruinin' my musical taste
Cause everytime I
the grave
By then it's too late, we need to be ready to raise up
Welcome to the end of days
Everybody enslaved, only some are aware
That the government
time on earth is short
Your chosen not frozen to speak breath preach
Written By Me
cndrea Jean Live
Paste , Share and put on your Wall Feed if you
prison)
(While they losin' their religion)
These, eyes of mines are like, camera lens
Loved by many but stabbed by my friends
Is this the end? Some
the world is ok
Laura's moving away from her place now
Up-north were the clouds are still grey
But we're all out here alone
Long gone are our golden sweet
Jerusalemm - America
System crumbling...see it coming as the world goes round and round. Put your fist up if you feel me freedoms how it's going
The world as I see it in new york is gold mind these dope times
I thought i needed a co-sign
Cause this is mass appeal like jungle in big nas reporting
man and drink his blood, would it bring me riches
Or would I just be selling my soul to them wicked witches
We already in babylon, the world is
to everybody in the whole world
Just tryin to fight for whats real
To Petrish Lamoumba
Just tryin to fight for whats real
And destroyed by his own people
This
the ghetto
But which route is for you
Will you win, will you lose
Jump into action or snooze
We in the hood, nigga
Surrounded by lions, tigers, and bears,
Or look across from your side of the world to my side
That what you have failed to realize
Is that you've put me in projects
I realize it was an experiment
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