Lyrics:
no go pay, we need to communicate
crmed men no magazine, we expect defeat
No sustainance of life, Nah death be the receipt
Got many niggers gone, my
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
No work or play, our world is free
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,
thug
You stay industry
While we stay in the streets
Revolutionary, down with the movement
Maneuver and move men through the music
So what I'm doin
Trying
criminals
High moral standard, men of principle
To luxury from conditions unliveable
Nigga we went to the funerals, eyes blurry
All the loved ones I had
the word, “fitly spoken” which has proved an “apple of gold” to us.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are
self-evident, that all men are created equal.
Little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by
were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich yidle-diddle-didle-didle
were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich yidle-diddle-didle-didle
Their sea legs are lost to the power of the draught
Turn this ship about men we have to make for land
Supplies are low we have to go replenish what we can
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
we're off then
I think they killed him, see, I never saw him again
As I was took with other men and women on a course
Against our will to a land I put
the land and see there's 'nuff work to be done
Between the earth and the One who made it
Everything belongs to Him (uh huh)
So we give props through songs
the Cherokee nation when
Everybody was claiming, everyone was taking
But worst of all, said it was given by god
And that morning his people told they were
innocence often hurts more
Cause a lot of people scared of committing to what they work for
But if you really work for it, it's yours but you scared to work
led me down
Into the crypts of unknown man
Are covered with cobwebs
They scare the men from land!
The corridors are empty
The walls are sweating blood
never forgivers
The Bible swears by their hand
In Appalachia land
The coke has whiskey
And the moonshine is from backyard
Ellie thinks I'm pretty
So we're
fallen across the land
Brought on by hollow men, who did not understand
That for centuries our forefather have fought and often died
To keep
train served a faithful means of travel for the migrant
worker or for the fella out of work or some ole boy
That just wanted to live off the fat of our
jump in, but she don't like white men
So don't throw that work you fuckin jerk
Or get your punk devil ass hurt motherfucker
She ain't with the pale
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective
America
Hijacked by white men who hate
Men who only demonstrate how to
Rock the toxic shock of
Political strychnine
In a genocide of the collective
Brute
Get stabbed by my mans that's a
Noway Jose get ya thing on track
You'll listen close enough then you'll hear
I snap Backboard to baseboards the Lord
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