la soul, Organized konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one. There's a whole lotta people out there I respect. Project bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.
over "Joe" sample] Definition of a Don, "Jealous Ones Still Envy" - CRACK! Yeah, we sold 5 and we ridin, we still ridin Touched the down, and he's down
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out Ready to mash out any crew actin' like They the true facts of life, frontin' through the camera lights Despite, we hold it down
can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his soul Now we crash through walls, cut through floors Bust through ceilings and knock down
down, like you're not handlin' And all the while your mind is ramblin' About bein' fly or even sly And bein' held low in the public eye You decide these
undone A cold wind blows right through me, I'm made a hollow shell There's nothing left, just ash remains, enrich the soil, no soul, no soul Close call
, he was trying not to cry I said, don't worry everything will be all right So just you wait and see and I held him close to me Just like I held his daddy
's got so many people but it's got no soul And it's taken you so long to find out you were wrong When you thought it held everything You used to think
down The cops run a search and shake down Ever since I signed with my niggaz from H-Town Prince J and stayed down Made me put them cakes down I run the
the low down Led to a showdown for a week, shit, slowed down But one night overcome by lust Father Duke's tried to score just one more thrust He should?ve held
I get it down for real I clutch pound for real When I ball you touch down for real Correct tar, Brett Farve, hecklaw Cops send shots down your field
drag with the sun in his eye He squints, he thinks he starts to sigh Sometimes he cry When he think about his girlfriend on his side She held him down
water and held my ground Later on we did the town And we caught every sight Cause I wanted I wanted I wanted To follow her down Sightseein' freein' my soul
Hey! Everytime I try to go in alone I get shut down, Locked up and held captive in the clutches of my down We go back, we go forth, We go back I'm sick
Savior I come Quiet my soul remember Redemption's hill Where Your blood was spilled for my ransom Everything I once held dear I count it all as loss
of his years And we who stay mustn't ever lose The victories that he won For wherever man look to freedom [Incomprehensible] His soul goes riding on Lord, his soul