swim I think you're fucked You traded in your blues for boom, tap shoes I do shows and change all opposing views I get down, I go up as I blow up cause
people. Yes. But only people oppress. If we can go round them, we'll have to go through. If it rains and there's no shelter we must work in the mess.
-fascist plunder our land And we must resist them on every level. As outsiders we have few right with which to oppose them, But on our own, together,
load of Snickers Ya punch her by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it! That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per Got my hand on the mic and I
deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleeve-a Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets
and the fall Know where the place on earth to be, than where this real turn off I'm smashing off a side show, but money must come first This ain't no
entire beeing is fact Ancient artifact shows a generation try and understand And a man-made decision in division all men Then again when or why must eye reign speech Everyone and each must
I reside In a world that has fallen apart. Out of my mind, baby, show me a sign, baby, Show me a way to get back on time, please. Where do we go, baby
on the trajectory And the way the projector projected me I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy Is it time for lift off? I think go-go
Assassins came in groups of one through five With raps no mortal MC could survive But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty Battling from Friday on
Kid Called Roots Who am I? [Mr. Funke] I am a Lord and see, yeah you know me Brown ass nigga zig-zags from Jersey When yo' system knocks, better be Lords on
affection thrown in my direction honey Yeah, I?m sorry for the way I yelled about the money that I lost Gambling last night, but you must be on the crack
Damn, its hard being a real nigga Clutching on steal triggers Pouring kool-aid on hilfigers For niggaz I cut for Pull a hoe out my truck for Take a bullet
of us you know you've seen many different styles come and go and you know you cannot get with the way Trik Turner rocks the show you see what comes around
alone... all by himself Mother... always watching over me Now she must let me go He feels the absence of well-being as he leaves his roots behind Wandering
Shot wi blood up yuh shirt...IN WAR Can't go lift up no skirt...IN WAR Now disease and germs...IN WAR Can't go release your sperms...IN WAR Stamina must