Lyrics:
by now with a bit of compromise
Live in peace, side by side, in their own states
Six months in and 33,000 dead
Along with those still buried under
say the dope game is sour
Now they doin' homework that's when they follow you for hours
Come to your crib and devour all that you work for
Must be
North, seeking middle-class prosperity
But by the summer of 1967
Much of that hope had turned to hopelessness (yo)
Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky,
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't, I see that
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck
infection
Was spreading like a disease
Hiding underground
Knowing we'd be found
Fearing for our lives
Reaped by robot's scythes
Metal gods
Metal
Someone I knew used to live close, but then she left for fresher air
Walking alone, sometimes I think I see her face here and there
I look closer,
wrong by doin so
wont take this
become the ones they used to know
hardly ever lost and found
celebrities of the underground
GOOD BYE!
good thing no ones
easy you should know by now
It goan eat you up
And it goan spit you out
Its the reason why graves are underground
Because as soon as you get out
They
covered in gun dust
Waiting for men in suits to discuss whether
He deserves to live
If he should have a home
If he's a terrorist
Or collateral damage
You will eat you will eat by and by
In the glorious land in the sky way up high
work and pray
live on hay
You'll get pie in the sky when ya die
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only
sniper
Raps by Cappadonna hit the countryside
Poetry whirlpool, RZA and True collide
We produce article exception to the rule
We the black men that struck
The System Works for Them aus-Rotten
These men - bought by prejudice
Their laws - not made for justice
Their live - I want no part of this
Your death - dig
Crown
For something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bone
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for any thing they
In caves deep underground
There's a forlorn lake
Consuming souls by design
It takes decades to reach it
Through deceptive maze
Its cult is still
life
The voice of justice kills your dreams
the sword of desire
destroys all the men
Fight or die
live don't cry
no more the pain
work with your brain
before the dawn
And I joined the men on their way to work
With me pit boots on
Well I walked beside me fatha
And I listened to the crack
And I watched
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
This uniform really sticks to me, it costs a lot to live in the city.
And still it calls to me, from underground to shop fronts and pity.
I think I
The trumpet is patriarchy, it's old and fixed
Where poor men are lured by desire to be rich
Where the limited power is still given to men
Where development aid
understood the logic, all you did was live by it
You never carried the cross your equilibrium and balance is off
You never paid dues, somebody always paying
Where people can be what they want to be
And where Apartheid could never happen again
Where people don't judge you by the color of your skin
Where I
Shine!
Let it shine before all men.
Let 'em see good works, and then
Let 'em glorify the Lord.
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