Lyrics:
the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World... we haven't forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people...who think that you
for real-a
Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas
Make the whole world feel us
From the crack to the cap peelers
To the niggas in
you find no God inside
They taking lives for the right to lie
Destroying everything in sight
We derived from slaves
They was raised by the masters
So
shit
Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili
They be wheeling you away if you
Say it in South Philly
Look, thirty shots
I'm shootin' to peel his top
like? Oh Kathryn, may our paths meet and we'll give birth to the next genius. We'll raise her in suburbia. And every night we'll watch a new movie in our
the real
It ain't like a third time fella's appeal
'Til the GOD scolds him and tells him to deal
I'll allow you to write, maybe allow you to bite
If
album bout you how that look girl
Della whats up with it
Why you getting so honest
It's cause the kids on his third album
And I swear he's still in
fuckin' thing I do I'll
Yeah, Immortal Technique, Rassy
Nigga, I never forget nothing nigga
Fifty-one percent of the World Bank is owned by the U-S
the risk of embarrassment and rejection against the feeling of your lips on mine
And in a split second I decide it'll be worth it
And I don't remember much
of the most famous jazz pianists in the world"
I said, "I think I may have heard of him
Or maybe I'm getting him confused
With the chain food restaurant Bob
stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh
To begin
In the end
We'll begin
I'm sorry I'm so selfish
I've just been hellishly embellishing
Everything I've been writing down
I just wish I could do
career end but it's hard being on ya own
In a world that never shine
I'm glowing all alone aw
Pistols poppin, niggas droppin, I've been dodging bullets uh
grabbing boards
I feel like Pistons '04, think I'm addicted to war
I'm in my zone, don't know if I'll see the morn'
So tonight when I walk out the door, I'm
the human-sized buildings
The where you going in such a hurry
Those boring familiar faces chatting on the street
The cars taking a walk
The scent of skin hit by
you scared, say you scared
In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant
The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me?
Now most be scully,
a daughter in the third world country with a mentality of a first world country
I want to be the reason kids don't listen when they are told you cant achieve
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
[Intro]
To everybody in the struggle
If somebody ever told you that you couldn't do somethin'
And you still made it happen
Congratulations
Soul clap
knowledge
Had to learn about the industry, GTech solid
I was highly overwhelmed by the ins and outs
Instead of raising hope, it had me raising doubt
Tryna get
Dead Presi
I had joined the buzz
Jamming The Warm Up Just To Get By
I was having problems with financial aid
And My World Was Empty till I met a girl
Who
checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles
all kids vacate
Testy to press me like a can of spray paint
Cause by the time a policeman appears
They'll be cuttin down the bodies I hang like
compile
Into a stockpile and we swap files
Once in a while from our exile
Then reemerge like southern birds
You take a quarter we'll take two thirds
In
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