Slam soundtrack

Исполнитель: Brand Nubian

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Опубликовано: 27.07.2007

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[Sadat X] The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where my soldiers for the battlefield? And as the days of the two-oh approach I drop a seed in my girl, so I can stay in this world And decompose the foes that jumped up under our clothes We living on rows on top of rows and, half our stores is clothed We still trickin out, jerkin out Half the project workin out They buildin underground cities While we concerned about seein titties With they secret, commities, and society, orders They carryin out the slaughter Picture your daughter on State`s for a quarter My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam Got caught with napalm and burned off half his fuckin arm The government knew then about the lasting effects And they cut off his checks and if he wild out he`ll be murdered Or possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal Where they got em under on roof Where they can conceal the proof You can see shit changin cat it can`t stay the same Damn I wish the government didn`t have my real name [Lord Jamar] The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where my soldiers for the battlefield? [Sadat X] The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where my soldiers for the battlefield? [Lord Jamar] Time for my army to get it on, we marched upon the lawn out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy This whole world is based on hypocrisy It`s evil to the roots and now we burn and loot, and shoot guns Extort funds, kidnap another Patty Hearst and tap her daddy`s purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis wrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves The ground breathes in the fumes of death Clouds loom from the smoke, of the fires we set We travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels We let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels Information like computer generation, see Proper Education Always Causes Elevation It`s time for liberation, we gonna put this plan in activation Government assassination, written in revelation [Grand Puba] Pardon me mister, well it`s the eight-five resister to give your brain cell a blister so fine-tune your resistor Every ghetto corner`s goner so I think that should wanna take heed to the seed, once I plant it we can feed Now we stuck on stupid in a state of unawareness Makes us, fearless endearless Recklessness makes us careless This idiology, stupidity, lack of idealogy periodically destroys us psychologically Cipher`s dimension is viewed on dissension Like a undetected chemical that creates mad tension We all been inject now we all become infected Ways and action of our people is the way that we detect it It`s gettin trifer, we should run the six sects Taking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers But we don`t, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees That`s no way for the chosen to be dosin The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where my soldiers for the battlefield? [Lord Jamar] The time is running out, tick-tock, like the grains of sand Every man sharpens man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where my soldiers for the battlefield? [Sadat X] Cause right about this time, they tryin to trace my moves by simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location At home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card They tryin to kill the God and through my food feed me lard [Grand Puba] It be that lesson temptation for them devilish type creations

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