Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear I searched for the truth since my youth And went to church since birth,
cold,crimewave,host em, baratone throne So defiant, they stole the science from the o.g. carbon copies,sloppy,trying To muscle out the o.d. slapshot,can't get
stack awareness Four, decent housing for the shelter of human beings Five, education and truth for the black youth Six, all black men exempt from military service Hear my words and get
steady get ready for armogeddon shoot 6-5. lt's wild, bless da child, the one dat became a man six rivals spittin' fire this da real truth bitch, breakin
***, son, gimme that Mossberg swerve Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells To put in this twelve gauge sawed off Get 'em all off, ***
Slow motion, baby Tell you what I see through these eyes All we do is speak the truth, yeah Shit is realla then real, yeah Shit is realla then real, ain
Know I'll be there Hold that head up y'all, don't get fed up y'all C'mon let's get up y'all Make that bed up y'all, life is a set-up y'all Sadness comes
Jay and DMC) Jam jay on the way, yo Human Education Against Lies To all the girls and to all the guys Get paid, get it made Get a good grade, live to
things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it So there y'all have it Words from a wise great king We love it when you speak the truth, daddy
It's been a long haul, ready to go Circle up, c'mon start the show So I can breath and achieve the impossible I want the bootleggers to get it The wise
get up [chorus 2x] [verse 2: trick daddy] I had to dream about a dope fiend And its strange cause he can bearly write or read but seems to get folkz
You think I ain't a thug Tell me what I am If I ain't a thug why do I feel this way Why the streets stay on my mind Since I am a thug why do you go get
you treat her, you might get rich It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed For maybe 2 or 3 hours, till they light their spliffs And that coke will get
homicide, and daily niggaz die And daily niggaz ride, it don't mean with we you wise Money, and the power, the weak, they get devoured Them boys that disrespect, with bullets they get
bye, bye I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed highs And ask my agent bout my fuckin' shoe size But fuckin' wit' us ain't wise We get crunk, we came
Is it such a crime to be a paradigm? So many people have to think it's just a waste of time But the truth is, the truth is a lie It's a sign of the changing
who were to blame And so the truth was revealed Everyone knew this was A message from heaven... It's a message from heaven... To the mighty that fell And the wise
Street There's a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone Where she bathed in a stream of pure heat Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise