Lyrics:
If a miracle, could save us from
The travesty, that we've become
If a million sons would stand as one
We will overcome, overcome
If a miracle, could
Look at ma, still whippin
Still keep a strap, won't hesitate to give the kids whippins
Tryin to make it to heaven, still livin
Make a visit, stop by
direction
I guess my man's death was my resurrection
'Cause now I hear him sayin' from heaven, "Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake
there
(Ugh)
We all hail from the Motherland
But get colonized, on the other hand
We must unify instead of blame the other man
Is they who lack
on the Yakub crew
(Drop the bomb, drop the bomb)
We gonna drop the bomb on the Cave-Man crew
(Drop the bomb, drop the bomb)
We gonna drop the bomb
younger brothers what it is to be a man
By tearing up the party when the mic is in my hand
This is what you call a winter/spring/summer jam
Fall into
in black magic, their master plan
Born of the Watch, his prophecy, by their command
Chorus:
So, behold the birth, the wicked child
Born of the Beast,
Shrouded in sinister secrecy
Arcane alchemy births pieces of me
Willing my children into existence, a force from which there is no resistance
Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name
You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name
Type of weight make a man stand
The eloquence, imagine
The lil engine that could going from niggahood to Godlyhood
Even if you can't dig it man, you probably should
A lot of schemes
tryin to look
I learned one thing so far, the answer's not in a book
Many paths to choose from written by the hands of man
But they were all still alive,
it, and who mated
Was Jesus God-incarnated, or man-imaginated?
God said He made the earth, just by speakin', of us sleepin'
Even still He took
And classmates laughed when the Buick rolled by
Remember, I pulled my privates out in class
And from Farmers to Dunkirk you straight whooped my (woo!)
Of the night from the fall
Now I can't walk in a vacuum
I feel ugly, feel my pores
It's the trees, of this day
That I do battle with, for the light
Then I
have wiped
Away the filthy after-birth
Nail a pair of wings to me
And I'll depart the earth
Someone please remove me from
This god-forsaken earth
I would
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
When you don't got a plan, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
When you runnin' from the man
even talk to her ?
Or is she just your maid ?
Why you mad man?
Pick on someone your own size
Don't blame the alcohol
You intimidated by her wage
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child,
It wasn't his child
time
No man can define
Two Spirits both are mine
Still get stressed
People put my sanity to the test
When they can't accept my darkness
Not to far from
plans witnessed a man die
Was only fifteen, should've been a beauty queen, still
See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl,
Born with the funk from the womb of Brenda
See I likes the Lords but you used to dig The Spinners
First with the style from the birth canal
And now I
Whateley gave birth to a son, named Wilbur
A strange, deformed, goatish looking boy
Old Man Whateley , grandfather of Wilbur
Was known as a Wizard for his
you, it will never change
From your birth till this day
The word is you, It will never change
So take me by the hand Lord, Lead me
Some people look
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
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