Lyrics:
on the ledge
Well I don't look down
Looking at the people
Well they all look fine
It's not just life or death
Yesterday we talked together
But tonight
An emotional outbreak, stepped on by
People's feet, controlling panic, who'll
Be the next one in line, a nervous
Disturbance, there's a sniper
sticks in the throat
She give her heart to the man in the long black coat
One, two
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It's true
a we thoughts and we works a we heart
Is prepare 'cause we swear and we already start
Are you really ready for this some people might ask
But with
How it dread how it dread
Come now, people it's obvious
That Tony Rebel him is talented
I'm going to tell you how it was initiated
Dung inna di ghetto
girl
(Take people home, to a hip hop beat, knock me down, knock me off my feet, whip one up, let's get on with the show)
Ooo, you're the way to go
On the Rictor scale
Got a hundred million people
Just to talk insane
Got my brand new shirt
Oh, that reminds me
When you feel your gums flap
It's
dancing as the people shouted
the streets they were alive as the stage was mounted
a thousand cries of jubilation
from the throes of this great
that ass she couldn't handle that
Well it's the same tainted love in the music business
People they lose thet brain just to get up in this
Let's be
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in
People movin' out, people movin' in.
Why, because of the color of their skin.
Run, run, run, but you sho' can't hide
An eye for an eye, a tooth
you understand
And how you always talk of catching me
But never open up your hands
Tell me does the world revolve the same?
Tell me do the people
of clothes, took no shower
I was posted like the Baker trying to flip the flour
Couple older Muslims tried to give us xxx
Then the people raided us, the shit
to help people get through their days
Instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going.
Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know,
Try to find your
the flick of they're wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
So part of the reason I be so hard on my people
We never had it easy,
People you love pass on
But they’re not gone
The ones who love you
Stay by your side
They watch, they pray
They show you the way
Every day they
The papers recounted the story we know
Yet silence is deep as the hundreds of souls
And the hundreds of hopes of our people
Now every one's waiting and
Hoping
hand
But now I can't
Say, isn't it strange?
Isn't it strange
I am still me
You are still you
In the same place?
Isn't it strange
How people can
See now a lot of people ain't impressed I know
Cause I'm 15 rapping and the kid ain't got no flow
You bozo's drowning in the words I'm spitting
So get
like that?"
I said, "Well, he killed all those people in Oklahoma City"
She said, "Nonsense, people don't kill people
Car bombs kill people"
And I
No.1 in a the Bombay chart
Indian me a tear them apart
When me come me bring a new stylee
So listen crowd of people and you have to follow me
to the man who knows me
Yes, he knows me, the man is me
My life was once full of people's faces
Brought to me by love which isn't strange
Oh, my life had
nice to be stuck in the forest
Like an old rotten tree with no need or wanting
Guns were made for disturbing the peace
People in the city will never all
green, yellow, red, green, yellow, shift lanes
I make sure that I do my job
I make sure protect my people
I make sure that I do my job
I make sure
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