Lyrics:
nigga we spraying
Ride wit three K's and I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing
It's eat time, me and my niggas
forging the attitude
The new fearless type
This past, the negro’s past, of rope, fire
Torture death and humiliation fear by day
And night, fear as deep
Because we're sick and fuckin' tired
Of being mistreated by the undefeated
Power to the seat that can't be beat
Probably gone is the head that make
I'm under attack but I'm free
Imma bust up this devil, it's beef
When the fire is strange,
In the neighborhood...
Who you gonna call? Demon Busters!
driven highway switching lanes
Neighborhood watch summer barbeque
Blasting model rockets off behind grade schools
Stealing couch change to play arcade
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
surprise when Ocean whips out
His phone and starts taking pictures of
The Men in Black 3 monster exhibit, of
The weird installation with beanbag chairs
Even
Galahad, and I, wait until
nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by
surprise -- not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
ARTHUR:
pension I saved
So it should be gone by the end of the day
Yeah the power's out
Is there no luck in sight?
Yeah the power's out
Hope it's just for
has spent most other
Nights this year the building is
Hidden in a residential neighborhood
Behind a high
Automatic gate the room reeks of
Berry-flavored
I'm in junior high with a c+ grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I to school from my moms apartment
I got to tell these niggas
now with three of my guys
The war is on and I'm on the rise
We rolled right up to his favorite hangout
Said, "Hello" and then the bullets rang out
Ban's on
Arcade Fire, Neighborhood #1
I'm from the hood so I'm like the sun
You get it? Never run we run the game bitch
Slurs words
The rebels won young
now with three of my guys
The war is on and I'm on the rise
We rolled right up to his favorite hangout
Said, "Hello" and then the bullets rang out
for the anthem
Fight the power (Fight the power)
Yo, yo, check this out, man
Bring that beat back, man (bring that beat back)
In two, three, four,
Where the true power resides, On the lower east side!
(sfx cheering)
V3 Fanny
Let’s do this…
(sfx, cheering)
V4 Group / Chorus 4 x
1 -Boycott beef
2
By Thy Power
Holy Ghost Fire
Fire Take overrrrr.. x3
Let there be Holy Ghost Harmattan like in the days of Jeremiah
Like in the days of Noah
Like
Enlighten my spirit with fire
Yeshua
All I really want is your desire
Gotta walk by faith no not by sight
I'm gonna lead them to the water
If I keep my
Bis Mil'Lah
Basquiat Ghostwriter
Kayo in the Luna Park
The whole literary line out like this
With the big money all crushed into these feet
A lot
the world alone
Thor was about to be king, yeah
He had the clout
But he was disobedient so Odin
Stripped his powers out banished to Earth
Now he's tryin'
around your neighborhood and you wake up with bodies by your house
(Hook [Lil Wayne])
That power
Oh, oh oh
This is on a bus back from camp. I'm thirteen and so are you. Before I left for camp I imagined it would be me and three or four
in a Lex'
Your next move is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldier, you're out of position
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