Lyrics:
That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angel's dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley
really aren't important at all
you talk about weather,
you talk about problems we have here at home and abroad
But friend I'm excited about a solution for
aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
Waiting for the day Bob rose from the dead
In HD as I take an ounce to the head
I stay high
At home and abroad
(Unity) What am I talking?
(Unity) You think that I'm mad
(Unity)
(Unity) Oh, oh, oh
(Unity) African people
(Unity) Caribbean too
feeling my chain
She think I'm a star, I'm feeling the same
I take her abroad, I fuck her insane
I'm switching up broads, I'm killing the game
Long
That certain night,
The night we met,
There was magic abroad in the air.
There were angels dining at the Ritz,
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley
That certain night
The night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley
say
together jah jah children goes near and far
together jah jah children goes at home and abroad
x2
africa fi african and ah deh so we yard
africa fi
Study bitches, like I'm abroad
This is Dad music, pick up the pen and know how to use it (ah-ah-ah)
Plenty responsibility and me know how to use it
Playing that 50 with hoes
And I got nothing for anyone fronting
It's simple I stick to the code
Catch me a flight, go abroad (Yeah)
Catch me a flight
Breakin' bread then we bakin' K.O.D
Makin' plenty then spread it abroad
Wash it down with a glass of Shiraz
I try to walk the path of the righteous one
I made the parallels with how they livin' abroad
I can't ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for
Brick City (word up)
Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo
It can't be!
P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED
BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo'
to you one day
From the bleak and familiar
To the tropical strange
Through the glamour of empires abroad
I never abandoned
The hope of reclaiming
My
finished?
If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord
May we break away from the chains abroad
[Chorus]
Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise
It can't be
P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED
BBC, abroad, goldenrod's out the fo'
I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars
I pull cards
That certain night
The night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley
There shall be singin', dancin' and rejoicing
With the dawn of the rising sun
And all the Africans, home and abroad
Just like the Israelites we shall be
when rap niggas
Are spittin' hard
Just know who supervise this shit
Domestic and abroad
Lord, have mercy on a whack
One 'cause times are changin'
And we
name if you not down inna mi
Me have mi woman and mi yard
Fly gone abroad
Come back a yard, she a call man dog
Read how bought the beagle, the one
(grow, grow, grow)
I feel mysterious today
Everything is humming loudly
I feel mysterious today
Everyone is coming this way
Going walking abroad
Ha ha, we get it every time
You got me on? Ohh
Shout out to all of my crew, East-West, North-South
All the continent, Europe, all abroad
won`t be the same
Now he traveled on to Frisco
New York and abroad
Everywhere he sang
The people would applaud
One day he left Georgia
Wisconsin
a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp
I slice the mic from the cord
First they criticize
But now
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