Lyrics:
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
let go
Control ways like Nintendo
Baseline like she want wine and limbo
When she roll she go solo
Drop the hillside down by the valley road
Now that's
Lavish (Ah)
Life style
Wattayamean
Yes sir
I was with Jane and Marie
I met them right down by the beach
Told them we in love with the streets
They
dome
Ho you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid ho, I'ts on
Just a flodgin' ass nigga with a lot of cheese
Heard he stackin' Gs everyday
Go on down that road babe
I'll walk a while with you
Tell me 'bout the good days
And all you plan to do
I'll tell you 'bout my old ways
Who I was
labor for a couple fucking dimes
And you can spend your whole life here
being beaten by our staff of steroid gym rat white nationals
Do it all for Nike,
Yo
Its the 2nd wave
Lil brother sit down and pray
I ain't seen sunlight in days
I'm covered up I cant feel my face
I'm hungry I need some food
I'm
I was born down by the river where the water turns to mud
To a family full of violence and a legacy of blood
People don't come knockin' cause of my
than the blacks, don't complain
"You're better than them, you been born with white skin", they explain
And the negro's name
Is used, it is plain
For
and the fight,
They'll ride on, in the black and white.
(Verse 3 - Rap)
From coast to coast, they're known by all,
Standing tall, never to fall,
In the heart
saying
They mad we getting noticed
See what I'm saying
Reppin the X like we supposed too
Big up Gunhill to Fordham Rd
See what I'm saying
White plains road
saying
They mad we getting noticed
See what I'm saying
Reppin the X like we supposed too
Big up Gunhill to Fordham Rd
See what I'm saying
White plains road
fold you like an origami crane
Looney tunes ring, and my dancing chain
Run you down, got the road runner rage (meep meep)
Every week, tournament reign
song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin
Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads.
Pass the lone church spire.
Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?
of the Oklahoma plains
And the white line of the highway in my rear view mirror
I feel fine I feel strong I feel young and I feel free
Out on the lonesome highway
kicked his ribs in one by
One to the tune of Garryowen
They threw him out the window to
A song about Sinn Féin
They kicked him all down Sandy Row
To "A
right and the General died and
cll his sins were out in plain sight
cll along
You fell from the sky but
But you'll never go down
You fell from the sky
Who made you the generalissimo?
By now we're going with the ebb and flow
One day a normalized overgrowth
Berated the rest for wanting more control
the sickest with jewelry
Niggaz seen the TS piece, and got they weight up
Do you see the size of this charm, Mr. Jacob
Nigga get your cake up, want to get
to the streets)
Now isn’t our time. Maybe later down the road.
I’ll be here. A close friend, but you’ve got to let go.
Your heart won’t let you cut me off. And you
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
to the sound of the ocean
They're raisin' banners over by the markets
White washing slogans on our ship yard walls
Witch doctors praying for a mighty showdown
calling her Sandy
She said you want head so I told the bitch gladly
She said she got drip cause her shoes is by Bally
I just got a new chain diamonds plain
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