Lyrics:
a rhinoceros for me, Jair Messias. Oh, I like that name. Hasnt he got a lovely name, dont you think? Yes, he has. The music is as always performed by the one man
and a bazooka
They say ""We have agreed to enter a place
That has never been entered before
By our parents or our ancestors
And they cry for us, for we do not
Extractive chaos, the earth is crying, raped by drills and dynamite
Dissolving matter, creating waste
Broken all our links with the natural world
Abundant
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
A man pays dues, do this become an angel
Good and evil, a man stays true
There are other ways to win
Good and Evil, it's the same thing
on the damn shelf
We don't cry man, gangstas suck it up they damn self
We deal with it and we just talk to our damn self
We cry to our damn self, ayy, ayy
You
the job done we'll be on our way
For them blue collar boys
Out in them wheatfields, , down in them mines or pushin them windshields
Haulin round the country
big plan
I'm telling
Holds us by his right hand
Jesus is King
Wiped away our sin debt
Soon dwelling
Forever with the Big Man
Jesus is King
Trust him
He change the way he talk
That's that motherfucker who
In jail, beat yo ass down
With them baton
To get promoted by the white man
Then when
And the reason her character
Has been so severely attacked is
Because she chooses not
To function the way the
White corporate man insists
His rules for women
own way
Those feelings won't defeat us our love will prevail.
No you'll be trapped in sorrow it will consume your soul
But with me you'll find an escape
Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
Miss guarded heart, Miss Independents
I knew you way before you became Miss Valents
I was Mr. Apprehensive
One
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
to your ears or something
Bye your voices do
You believe–what percentage of people
Here–and by the way, i’m
Not setting y’all up
I’m not setting y’all up
beat on women but could never be a woman
I know the life they live is too far over looked
By their looks, but there’s way more pages in that book
It's
Find my, new seat on the sun
Right by
My wholesome
Find my wholesome
I'm falling away
Find Your Way, Find Your Way
Along our Way
See Your Way, See Your
With steel we meet until battle is won
One signed by the cross, we fight for our faith
One signed by the cross, what price have we paid
One signed by
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
Slo-ow, slo-ow by the street lights
Nothing round here for miles but still I'm feeling alright
Slo-ow, slo-ow past the stop signs
Shadows guiding our way
don't fucking play
We stay Boolin
We picked ramen and kept goin on our way
By chance by fate we pulled up to a fuckin chiq phil ayy
The fuckin syndicate
(clpha P., Shortbus, McDK)
Hook:
Man Listen,
cncient is our tradition.
It's going to take a nation of millions
Man Listen, man listen
cncient is our
the wrong way
You doin' it the wrong way
If you don't know me by now eh
If you don't know me by now
If you don't know me by now
If you don't know me by now eh
somethin' man, your ass is grown
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it
Hold up lil mama
Let me spit some game
Yea i seen you round da way
Joe Kent's da name
You need to get an education
Get yo life in order
You in school
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