You're not using your heart for. What hearts are for They've been trying to shut us down our whole life. I thank God for healing. You ain't got to get me lit, I got my own light.
1]. Put pen to paper the first time when I was barely eight or. Maybe nine that was the late eighties, Reagan time. Put in the freshest tape rewind, wait, let me take my time.
Y'all know good and goddamn well. You're fucking with a brother who ain't never had his hand held. And never seemed passed out. Rolling baby strollers over broken floating bottles.
This song don't give a damn. If the rhymes don't fit. Beat don't bounce. If the dj quit. This song. Don't give a damn. If you can't sing to dance to it.
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[Intro - Classified - talking]. Hey, let me spit something. Just give me that flute beat. Yeah, give me that one. Uh, yeah. . [Verse 1 - Classified]. All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me.
[Immortal Technique]The ghetto is like a prison, with invisible bars. No matter where you ride, it always follows you where you are. And it's hard out there, for a pimp to get outta.
(verse 1). a bottle of wine and two glasses. potato salad and that old picnic basket. sunday afternoon spread a blanket for so many years that we tend to lose track of it.
Damn, man. I'm broker than an old VCR, man. I need a job. Are they hiring at your. Job? I got a stack of red bills at my house. It looks like Valentine's Day at the crib. My.
Please oh please oh please. Just give me just one more hit. Please oh please oh please. Just give me just one more hit. It's an exorcism bitches. Okay we stole you from your mother and we beat you red and bloody.
(CHORUS) (2X). Man, you win some, lose some. They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome. In my life I done caught some and threw some. And I done been in some shit.
Open the doors, let the people in. Turn up the mics, let me speak to them. Victorious when the evening ends. It all starts when the beat begins. . (VERSE 1: Brother Ali).
I came in the door nineteen eighty four. Paint on the wall got chased by the law. Once got soul in the place full of flow. Was never given the zone had to create my own.
Intro:. I'm gonna go ahead and wager that you'll never listen to another song of mine.. I can't say I blame you, either, cause if you made records, you ain't going to catch me listening to that shit..
(CHORUS). Victory. Ours are the cries that breathe life in the concrete. Victory. Ours are the tears that splash genius at God's feet. Victory. Ours are the prayers that weave poetry through drum beats.
The name of this song is "Uncle Sam Goddamn". It's a show tune, but the show ain't been written for it yet. We gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band can maybe work this shit out for me.
Truth is here the truth is here. Truth is here the truth is here. Truth is here the truth is here. I said the truth is here the truth is here. . I want more.
"We have a small disturbance at Lake Street in Chicago, some young men fighting. Could we get some cars to go and check that out please?". . A young man stands up against the wall.
Who's to blame for the state I'm in. I play my cards but somehow I can't win. . (Verse 1:). Listen when life leaves you beaten up. Don't lay around in it, hurry pick them pieces up.
Love struck like dumb luck. See the bite marked heart come untucked. Still scared of the dark yet I'm not. Afraid to fall scale the wall that you construct.