Lyrics:
the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
two
Not three
Literally no one
By now
I thought I'd see at least someone
We got a dust storm coming in
We let it settle in
Let the vision clear up just
They live and die by images so lets exploit back
Flip and reverse it watch the audience attack
They've got the power, we've got the paint
Do
haffi bruk it, bruk it, bruk it)
Wiyah, wiyah, wiyah waist
Verse 2
Tranquilo
No me importanta un pito
From the VI, that's by Puerto Rico
All
manic with vision
We are the drivers, yet we feel driven
Moths in the moonlight, fooled by a flashlight
Caught in a jam jar, gasping for air
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
it
You be putt loopbing work in but be purbin
Defeatin hip-hops real purpose
But real hip-hop will surface
At your service
Yeah you gots the right
work in but be purbin
Defeatin hip-hops real purpose
But real hip-hop will surface
At your service
Yeah you gots the right to be nervous
And if it
Diddy]
Well it seems like our bad boys have theirselves in a bit of a jam
Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall
Well let's see how Rob be
classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they
just the surface of a dark deep well
And how can you prefer to be wit those
That sprayed you wit gun and hoses
And never put roses on the graves
while everybody eyein'
Add to that a constant fear of dyin'
By gunshot wound, or other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface
trying
Shoulders hurting from carrying arms
Go sleep continue later
Even if got these words out
Of my Roti tomato gut
Silly surface level facial
Roti jandi kuryia ch
Jind shad Jehr le
Jandu bam shad de
Jism ta bhukh eh
Ramban bol
Treta bane yug eh
Rakhsh-e-pyaas
Bhari petu pan te
Kai din kate
classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it, cuz they know if they don't get it, then they
to lie
Just give ya boy the green light like a traffic sign
Traffic sign
You know me my behavior’s naughty by nature
Be careful shit can get hella treach
Hope I wasn't right, I only scratched the surface
I should be deaf right now
Gotta watch my back, so let's sit right down
And make my last call to tell
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
And I can tell that you been broken on the surface
Cause you seem confident as ever I'm for certain
That all them niggas in the past have left you open
up in the mix
If you get caught in a jam don't tell them shit
Stay one hundred never fold and never switch up
And make sure you riding for your
on the surface
The type to spend more dollars making things from scratch, for less we could've purchased
And that's where all our money goes
At least I'm looking
By The Code
Mac I'm going in
On the road to destruction from the very start with mind and heart you can win if you play your part
Ain't nothin
As I journeyed to some avail
Failed by the pitiful propulsion along the rail
Debris sickened air, or that tell-tale sign of a tail
(An impending anxiety
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy"
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
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