Lyrics:
feel knowing that I keep it too real
And won't let me see my daughter
Wonder how that boy feel in this war field took half his whole army
Praying
catches us, he'll try to kill us
He got a whole army of Kiiers
Me no worry, I got the clapper son
End of the first verse, chapter one
Word
Shit is real in
come for a ride
Pulling up to the gates we arrived
Catch us in the field, you coming or not
Here I am, send me Lord
I'm gonna go, where no one else will
(You know what they say about these dudes? They all got rythm)
[chorus]
Another day, another day goes by
Sitten round the house hangin out ge'n high
back, on my shoulders
I cannot stop even if the fourth quarter go over
We gon' keep moving like soldiers
All of our fans sending us letters like we go
operative team
Everytime a black leader steps up, he gets trampled
Do I start makin speeches or just lead by example?
[Chorus]
I'm damned if I do, and damned
got it?
you want to stop terrorists?
start with the u.s. imperalists
ain't no track record like america's, see
bin laden was trained by the c.i.a
but I
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
His army jumps to action well prepared to fight
A tiny band of beautiful soldiers launching into flight
Swirling 'round the archon beast
Hear them howl
black babies ever since the day we
Was bought here in chains, over nine thousand miles
Our bodies stacked and packed in big black piles
They broke us
[Spoken:]
Funeral Directors of America, I am very deeply honored standing here;
Receiving this token of your esteem, "The Funeral Director
with any army member or cop
I'll send 'em a shot 'cause cult VI cats'll attack
We hit the block til' we can build a castle with crack
No hasslin black
waitin' in the hood for so long (so long)
For some niggas to stand up in here
We some soldiers and we have no fear
Mrs. Catherin Johnson was murdered
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Let us be all we can be
Baby it's only me; nothin but mud, spirit, indeed me
Let us be all we can be
Baby it's only me; nothin
A field of marijuana was found
Behind a tenement court
Here's one harvester, at least
That doesn't stall on the heaviest hemp
The weed was here being
from your friend, even you can
It's deep in this scannin the system that keepin us here
Will we survive, do you believe, are we afraid
Would you rather
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
This next song, is a song, is one of the first songs
That I grew up listening to when I was into punk rock
It's song by a band that we respect a lot
There's a lotta dirt that can be eaten by it
Now, we gotta move when that noise comes by. (Let's GO!)
Chorus 1:
Kick the blast of our Vacuum Loudness Beat
Get yo' ass off the flo' {*4X*}
[Chorus]
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
Excuse
clique, dough sick, no medicine for us
Competition like I said in the chorus, let me spell it out for ya
Jay to the Amil, A to the why stay real fuck how
or die
So I'm gonna lay with my niggas
Chorus:
You better recognize a gangster right here in your face
And I got way worse so when I jumped up out
says here that cats are on the upgrade (upgrade?)
Hipgrave, downgrades are rare, it's got that fat and old cat
In the clear white circles of morning
clique, dough sick, no medicine for us
Competition like I said in the chorus
Let me spell it out for ya
Jay to tha Amil
(A to the Y stay real fuck how they
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