Lyrics:
today?
Usin' hip hop to say the same thing Marcus Garvey would say?
Imagine Malcolm X over a beat
Tryin' to rally up the troops and take control
[Chorus: x2]
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
Tuck your tail,
Making ground or so it seems heard the black taxi has left without me
call option x, nah I'll sit here and listen to a tape by FEAR
Lie about things create
Sunday morning's sky
Apologize
10,000 times
For days run over forever
In my mind
But middle ground has given way
And where to step is now
What I
doesn't work, stand on your head and drink a glass of water.
call it coincidence
But whenever we're together
You're over the moon
While I'm under
In the hills above Freno
By a shiny mountain stream
A young man laid where he fell
In the ruins of his dreams
He looked into the sky
Happy
right by my side
Your picking me up girl how do you do it
Thank Christ for you
I drove 10 thousand miles to jump off Niagara
And came back up coz your
there fans
I pull my fans over me mo fi gbera bi helicopter
E ti come e ti so e gbona shey ti conquer
Team mi ba stroll wa te le
O le so shit si mi ki
but
It won't show, I constantly lose all
My remorse, and it's ten for the wolf and
Three for the shepherd, and it's one for the sheep who
Led by your
(10K)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Four-hour drive to Savannah, one-way flight
(Lyrics by V. Frerich)
(Music by F. Krynojewski)
The final battle is over; the earth has been burnt down
No more beauty left; what remains is dark
today?
Usin' hip hop to say the same thing Marcus Garvey would say?
Imagine Malcolm X over a beat
Tryin' to rally up the troops and take control
when Louis was just sixteen
And found work together in the fields of the San Joaquin
They left their homes and family Their father said "My sons, one
of longing
I followed her back
A plane made of paper
Struck by the light
Circled forever
Over the city at night
Like a movie,
Like a song,
How it should be
this gutta
It can all end while ya tryin' to getcha butta
Standin' in the doorway, hand on the throw way
Some *** ride by, I spy lookin' my way
Shady
up in the flames
Write my name on a tombstone.
I keep asking death…
Where is your sting?
(I said it)
There'll be no x's over my eyes.
You can put me
And I don't want to lose hope and find out
What can you do when your dreams turn to your doubts?
Sometimes I just don't Know [2x]
... how to but I
streets
Fraiyser Bay Area
Ghost ride a lil bit out there
[Chorus 2x]
I Ghost ride the whip
Always syrup sip
Ridin through the hood with a real bad bitch
The cost of my dreams, AKA, you.. would be you
I'm dead now!
The nightmare
Is slowly taking over
All that's happened
It is enabling him
To take
the khokhis
Respected by the OGs, ain’t nobody on me
Now I got my juice back
Wallets give me flu, why you talking number two
Only time I ever lose
Is when my
1978 we lost JP I
The church was prayin “God's will be done”
All the red hats had to make a trip to Rome
Each one wonderin if he'd make it back home
You're just big money, big money
You're just big money, but a little man
Worth tens of millions and I know who you are
They're licking
bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hands
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
lifetimes
Of terror were experienced by this frail body. Where
Have our children gone? They are not to be found
Amongst this tabloid filth over kill,
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