All the hip young things trying to make a scene Living out forbidden dreams Star spangled banner flutters in the sky Time hustles those who wait to die
out with the stars I played the backseat heroine In a thousand different cars From Cavalier to Playboy To the Johnny Carson show To holding up some dogfood For a firm
the show, a queen you will be Satin sheets, pat lace, Victoria's Secret And I know your body need it gotta make your mind believe it All above, all the
y'all niggaz sold was y'all ass! You fuck with me, you're fuckin with the best, man, knahmsayin? But y'all niggaz ain't ready for fucking war Y'all ain
To be a very very important topic, the Harlem Renaissance But before we get into that Harlem once was red line district rated Designated ghetto like the yellow star
Read this?, but I was like fuck that So I jingle-jangled, clocked at every angle Tiki's getting paid and his crew's star-spangled And everyday, all day
] [Fate's Warning cover] Look to sunrise man tell me what you see The eagle has flown underground abandoned You abonded me Fifty two falling stars are
meanings Ahnk is Jah, foremost to the firm-land Super friends of man Fore-prophesise sight Tight with a photon of light Rubber banda?¦ Others in Orion, skies or heaven Star
the city where I was employed In a firm of accountants as an office boy I fetched and I carried, I watched and I learned And slowly but surely I rose through the firm
of love Fear of the results had push ever came to shove Seduced for fun Produce a a lot of fight Two youths on the run Learning some truth about life And when he stares at the stars
very important topic, uh, the Harlem Renaissance But before we get into that..." [Immortal Technique] Yeah, Harlem once was red line district rated (uhh) Designated ghetto like the yellow star
happy yeah reminisce like Mary J it's all that real love in my blood that keep my lyrics tight like my butt and my nuts brother what I'm all eternal like
time from this drug game Stolen cars, war scars, born a Outlaw Behind bars, go to sleep just to see the stars Freedom is ours, though we trapped on a firm
said, "Name everybody in your first grade class" And he did, I guess And then imagine all those names Stretched out forever Like the rays of light From some long dead distant star
than just a hot line I got mine minus yours cause you hate it and squeeze My niggaz down on they luck, y'all niggaz down on y'all knees Holla at him,
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z, Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y'all Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella, y'all Check, check Yo, I'm makin' short term