Lyrics:
I'll see you next fall
At another gun show
I'll call the day before, like usual
But I wanted so much more
I got exodus damage bleed,
Could not
You're just another anthem Guided by the bullet And you can take this all to hell With your fucking victims Down a toast of their blood with your
to kingdom come
Rushed alone by guiding hands
Whispers of the promised land
They wished you luck and handed you a gun
Life could be so handsome
Life
look out for my cuz
When it's all said and done, we be the realest there was
Who else if just not us?
If you 'bout this revolution, please stand up
Close the book, pick up your gun
And fight in the African revolution
Righteous man, get liberation
Wicked man get execution
It's called the battle
Killing out di daughters and di son dem,
Dun dem/ Blaze up di fya mek it bun dem/ Bun out dem
Bombs and dem bullets and dem gun dem [Repeat]
[Rakaa]
on?
You know you surrender to ways that will end ya before you have begun.
Mr. want to be playa who moves with the terra of bottles, lies and guns
Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
La, la, la
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even knew I owned one
La, la, la
Somewhere between the cobblestone
slums
Against who get resolve by pushing guns and droppin' bombs, well
We say one love from di east of Jamaica
We say one heart straight into Africa
are the monkeys of society
Corruption ruled by leaders of the world
So they are keeping all the gold
Load your gun, ignite the fire
Burst in flames,
comin at ya!
With a gun pointed at my head -
I realise what I could get instead!
What we gonna go for? (x3)
Revolution action!
What we gonna go
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I'm strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what's funny are the ones that we
Well, if this is a revolution, grab the kids, grab the neighbors alike.
If I had a gun for every time we spoke, I could arm the whole world and take
down dead or dumb
Got my friends by my side that show me the best way to move and live and love
Evolución es revolución de la población
En la polución
people concerned
'Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What's that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw 'til they gave birth
know how it is)
For the brothers on the street corners
When the revolution come, you can see me on the front line
Firing my gun, standing right
religion
you don't care about the law
but I'm gonna take you with my gun!
Not in Brazil... fuck drug dealers
in sur America... fuck sex dealers
si no te
Revolution is the gimmick of the joke less clown
Where the body's just yelling for the tax man's gun
Talk don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk don't
If everything is justified by a fundamentalist revolution,
Then soldiers take their loaded guns and blow sin away!
If everything is justified by
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Without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures
Of Bush blowing a bugle
And leading
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
locked and loaded
Guns and roses
In the land of the free restless in the night
Fight for your rights we the people unite
Tracked by satellite ultraviolet
and never lose their gun
One of the wise-men wondered onto the podium without a tongue
One of the trophies' corners by the mess we made of being young
One
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