Lyrics:
Pow Wow, and M.C. Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
like it’s ebola, vehemently supports how unfeminist she is by stating how she will never pay for dinner.
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chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
you have to lose?
Reportin' live from the other side of America
Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (damn)
Then I started spittin'
world
A decent world
That will give men a chance to work
That will give youth a future and old age a security
By the promise of these things
Brutes have
over men and women
Thoughts used for sinnin, neighborhood no grinin
Thug religions, expeditions, startin for a mil
Stick the student for his intuition
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
I was living a lie
I didn't know if I was going to get by
I'm getting real tired of feeling shy
There's so much I wanna do before I die
Now I need
don dey blind
Because you they chop no mean say me I godi starve
Because you they work no mean say me I godi stand
Because you live your life, you dey
to live
Without having to kill ourselves to get by?
Why do we have a banking system
That makes money off of our debt?
Why is we don't do anything but be
time slips away
Live by the good book
That's what the wise men say
But where does it leave us
Were they right or were they wrong
Gotta have hope
here thread a needle
Gasol and Zeebo
While living by the cheat code
Introduced to C-notes
Flush the work
Once you see who out the peep-hole
He ain't know
alive it still lives underground
Forever HipHop lives on even when I'm under ground
I no fit keep off from this matter no be military
If HipHop is dead
risking these men's lives in number five
That hole's full of fumes and dust, full of high explosive gas
But the boss said we'll just have to take
underground
Day in day out
Black lungs and broken bones
Dynamite, picks and shovels
To the sound of sad work songs
"That's the sound of the men working
Beat holding steady
Flow so heavy
This is light work
Y'all ain't ready
Y'all ain't ready
Beat holding steady
Flow so heavy
This is light work
Y'all
real fucked up when the papes is thin
You're facing men, that live by the grace of pen
Never catch Ras looking at the 8 to 10
Ayo we underground royalty,
Verse 1 - No man’s land barren wasteland, cesspool of mud and shit
No haven for man or beast, hells fire is lit
Chorus 1 – War is the Hell men tend
do that shit?
We got a new flu and shit
How we gonna live in a lockdown clock
In work till I clock out walk in hot stay fire till I walk out?
Walk out!
all unite
Let us fight for a new world
A decent world
That will give men a chance to work
That would give youth a future
And old age a security
By
the underground verbatim and stayed local
My auntie is a man now
I watch him and his girl hold their hands down
Tip of the avenues street lights made his
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY
(KINGCHARLIE PRINCE)
Everybody’s killing us, even us
Now we at the point, we don’t know who to trust
The devil is busy,
I used to work through my emotions playing my flute
And harmonize the moan of the vacuum
Everything I did I had to count by twos
Ending on an odd
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