Lyrics:
Hard terrain ain't enough
To hold at bay this brigade
Of troops understand
The man for which we came
cnd won't be blocked by cliffs of rocks
by the feet
We out the belly of the beast
You can feel it bubble up
Throw it up Highh Def and Slim Tofer coming up, what
I'm out the belly
Fog the windows on my truck
She blow her line yay
Man they all just wanna fuck
Like bitch I don't got time hey
I Knock em 1 by 1
And 2 by 2
That's what
Black Sheep Five this is Red Dog One come back
This is Black Sheep copy
State your position
Well I'm in zone three but it's lookin pretty
black-and-white, with CGI, an old-time modern movie
"We'll shoot in Rome, just like Leone, il mostro spaghettini
"You'll work for free," Frank said to me, "you'll
a get dire
Justice we require
Sling dem load fi modern bag a wire
Steppin with the fyah similar to Jeremiah
Natty guided and protected by Israelite mesiah
and bird-call
Can't be heard any more
The black death of the middle ages
The nuclear winter of the modern civilization
It makes no difference to the lust
and the mouses
Getting fat on the couches, huh
Come get enchanted by the love of the planet
And take a break from the modern worlds covered in granite
Cause there
up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
You better believe every-time we come, we come hard
The undisputed truth is that the black man is
hurry, always track always ball
‘Bout to smash through the wall
Key West Keylime, order by the pie
Get, get lost in the summertime sky
Big, big bass from
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
was dead
But by that time I was down the street
Sayin, "Ha, you silly muthafuckas can't catch me"
So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
calls to it's embrace
The world stops turning as time loses its meaning
The moment is at hand
One by one the predators of apocalypse gather within me
I
shades
Darling, you look devilish on the runway
I tried to tell 'em, they eyes would well up
But they some modern day Hellen Kellers
Only go by what
lunch
Bout my chips every crunch Got hoes by the bunch
She got that sticky icky and my time says a quickie
Back shots not Ricky drip sauce u made plenty
pam the shortie
She said dinner by 12 came around by three
We both don't give a fuck, only Givenchy
All black Saint Laurent suit am trynna keep it low
Back in my bag, black hoodie match the strap and the mask
(Maching the strap)
7 days out the week and I still cant find time to relax
(Can't do it)
already know, Gimme the lighter; we can spark it up one time, No Desiigner; panda drip when I thrift mine, Black and white; Imma keep it simple, You know I
me being black in USA
Treat the test like best your personals i time attack the bank dont got the time to fall dismay
I build the strength to break
it's hard times, Brixton race riots turned us lot inside out, try us
Hard times
Still too many black faces in the prisons
The shots and the silence
it's hard times, Brixton race riots turned us lot inside out, try us
Hard times
Still too many black faces in the prisons
The shots and the silence
to pass by
Lookin at the hourglass, I
See how fast time fly
I keep a strong will to live
I be a old man with a lotta game to give
I'll make the kids do
Thériault at Le Lab Mastering - Montréal, Canada
Performed by
Afra Kane: voice, piano, keys
Emilio Vidal : guitar
Christophe Farine : bass
Victor Garcia :
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