Lyrics:
Back in the mother fuckin saddle
My six shooter strapped and I'm lookin for a battle
Out on the plains I'm just a loner
My saddle horn rubs right
hear me now
Steady now I feel your ghost about
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose angel are you anyway?
I said there's prophets in
your feet
Can you sneak a small stone by a waiting soldier's hungry eye?
C UBANI ONGAKHOMBA-NJE?
(Who can show me?)
UBANI ONGASIZA, MADODA,
(Who can
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are okay with
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Have my Africans eat his face
Like he some bush meat animals we animals
Naw, we ain't playin' fair
Dog show got 20 pretty bitches
Pressin' over here,
smile
[KRS-One]
Smi-ling fa-ces, some-times
Pre-tend, to be your friend
Smi-ling fa-ces, show no tra-ces
of the evil, that lurks
at ease
Been with you when the sun was up
We drinking liquor in my cup
With you I don't take the short cut
Show you things I can't make up
Your face I see
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
Show me some more! (work)
Is that all you got?! (work)
You got to make me believe it girl! (work)
See'mon now!
I'm sitting on your Louie bag, now
I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black
That's why you wearin' that funny shit at your show
You can't hide it, nigga
White boy
far away
I know that pain
So don't you run away like you used to do
Roses in a vase of white
Bloodied by the thorns beside the leaves
That
even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
a Walden of our own
We were here
Grieving the saddened faces
Conquering the darkest places
Time to rest now and to finish the show
And become the music,
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2
Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper
Excellent with rifles, out in Japan
In a flight goons switchblade poke out the night boots ?
Thrusted
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
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
to confess, clean up the mess,
Stand in the white, step in the light.
Use the time, show the face that is sorry,
For the day, questions leading to worry.
The future shows it's apprehensive face
(But now, Francis, what the hell
Do you do now, francis?)
Quite a different song must be sung
When the singer is no
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