Lyrics:
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How could you tear my poor heart in two (yeah yeah)
Yeah baby oooohhhhh
I've waited weeks for your call
I've waited here by the phone
Machine against man
And the planet's in ruins
But by then we will have
Mastered the craft of
Creating cloned soldiers so we don't have to
Come out of hiding
Machine against man and the
Planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have
(to) come out
made my bed
I get my mail in Tennessee
My wife, my dog and my family
Those bastards in their white lab coats
Who experiment with mountain goats
on the floorboards all in a row
Feed them to the hungry the poor those in need
At least then I'll be of some use in the world
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me
the persecuted
Trust in Christ by faith alone
Once reviled, now received with compassion
To a kingdom of sinners turned saints
Compelled by His grace, now in turn
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
You see me diggin' in my gold
I'm a ghetto bastard and when I'm smokin' on 'dro
I get the munchies directly after
I made doe by offing hoes in
and tired of being left alone again
Surrounded by those calling me friend again
Just so I could convince myself that I wasn't to be left alone again
And I sit
twist on it)
(Master P and Snoop, ha ha, tah dow, poppin' collars)
[Chorus: Master P & Snoop]
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
Pop those collars
opportunity
With all, bastards against us, in one single room
Of all, the bastards against us, in one single room
Let the red run, "redrum" backwards
Can also
I looked among them some used to be on my side
Jealousy behind these handshakes I swear it's sad
I swear that shit is sick
Supposed to be my dawg how
hear those, let me hear those)
Many times I sit back and contemplate
I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm tellin my story..
My relationship, with my
think
Now that's Liberation and baby I want it
(Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
Many times I sit back
my phone. Leave the lyricist alone
Introverted by the forces telling us to get along
I don't like it, I don't like it, I won't lie a second more
Know I
faster!
Don't get caught by these bastards!
We've been through too much shit
To get hit by the Rapture!
Troy? Chris? J?
Are you guys okay?
Don't leave me
can leave quick if I need to get home
This shit is fucking sick couldn't make this shit alone
what they've done
They were three Wise Men just trying to have some fun"
Look who's alone now
It's not me
It's not me
Those three Wise Men
what they've done
They were three Wise Men just trying to have some fun"
Look who's alone now
It's not me
It's not me
Those three Wise Men
the lyrics
That I've written are so deep
Composed in such a sick flow that I'll bury
Any MC on a radio or stage show
I'm from Dagenham
Shitty old streets full
hunger
I'm here because those people are mostly children
We have got to understand that the poor are all around us
And we're ignoring them
Front to back
soft by love.
Turn this broken world of sin
Into a world where hope begins.
So those with less are not alone,
And the fruits of the Spirit show
In
hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
Day comes, I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
I go down
You see me diggin' in my gold
I'm a ghetto bastard and when I'm smokin' on 'dro
I get the munchies directly after
I made doe by offing hoes in
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