Lyrics:
Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie
Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
Let's slow dance to yo favorite songs
The night is young old jams playing in my home
You a star no Patrick but shout out to my homes
Especially
to Marley Marl, Tagedy, and MC Shan
And my cousin Cool V and, TJ Swan E and
The Jungle Brothers swinging from a tree and
EPMD and, Nice and Smooth B
niggas you call yo brother they ain’t really got yo back,
When you finally start to come up nigga, they gone hate on that,
Gang gone try to find a way
chain on
I don't care what they say
I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these
If I catch a opp, imma smoke him
It's me and my brothers, you know that we making it quick
Chocolate suit, bet it's tailored by Swiss
She want a bag, I
than five seconds
Batty man, I ain't inna dem tings
He can get drag out his car, run away
And left out on Roman screaming "help"
How can I take a man
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T-U-V
W-X- Y and Z
Now they don’t make no song’s like these
So I’m back to the basics of Real MC’s
Now you
us all by the balls
Well now you got time to play my song
Trump in the White House getting neck
People in the hood, living like slaves
Chinese people
Counting germs
I need to feel oppressed
I wrote a song
About how corona
Is caused by 5G
Burn down the towers
Code red
Get me a cough drop
on the snap map
What you mean I gotta send 5 via cash app
I ain't paying to see the pics of your ass crack
I added you to see the videos of your pussycat
Well he's just eighteen fresh out of school
There's no way he's sitting five more years a fool
He packs it in and heads out to Beijing
Living with
Mek a zelle transfer
Mighty wi mighty grimy mi grimy
Mighty wi mighty grimy mi grimy
2chip Chinese want find mi
Mighty wi mighty grimy mi grimy
How you say you wanna win but steady talking nigga listen
Faced ah three five but I think this bitch got me tripping
I been balling out this world so
Five star general, revolver by the genitals
You married to the game?
I turn the wedding to a funeral! (Blaooo)
Dey try me best for be a Humble man
Left
the Mack.
Identify the items by the bar code on the tag.
Identify the rapper
Cuz he's knee deep in the vag.
I got my glocks cocked,
I got my nine's primed,
I
I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit
Somebody gotta do it
Look, no more interviews
I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude
Radio plays a song all night
Miami's just a five hour flight
Didn't you say you don't like what you're doing?
You know, last night I was on TV
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
it...
Now I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin' dollars so long
Drive a brand new
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
tight
I'm flying by the seat of my pants
So at the end of the night
Your records come alive
And beg for the daylight
(Muad'Dib) And five miles..
(Felix)
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