Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Tragedy KhadafiНазвание : The Message (Aura Check)Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap queensbridge hip hop east coast rap Видео:
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When I die, lay me in the earth with Armani linen And send apologies out to all the women That I ran through, thought I was the man cause I fucked em But was less of a man cause I didn`t instruct em Could it be the lack of love that I had for self? Too preoccupied with material wealth Maybe I was just as weak as them lookin for help What goes around comes around, only time`ll tell My hood is paradise but the D`s is hell Just waitin to burn a nigga if my shit don`t sell Some say that I`m weak, some label me a genius My mind`s deep, get up in you like a intravenous Diseases, too many of us thinkin with our penis Killin the bloodline, the seeds is anemic Abortions, coulda killed off the next leader Aura check, step your game up, nigga, the seeds need us [ CHORUS ] Now every ounce of blood in me gon` live for struggle Platinum on the street, nigga, triple and double What a thug do? I don`t know, time`ll tell These cowards hug the sky, some die in a cell We came up off the streets but some of us fell In the struggle now, goin out, gunnin in hell What you live for? Money and power, we all ride, nigga Till they lay me down in the earth, we gon` rise, nigga [ VERSE 2: Tragedy Khadafi ] I`m still holdin my head, still reportin One foot is in the hood, the other`s up in a coffin The devil want my soul so bad, he make me nauseous But I`m usin my head, proceed to movin with caution Can`t get caught up in what these niggaz is lost in The best kept secret is best kept sacred The hatred, whole rap industry is Matrix Raped what we created, leave us starvin and naked We need more strong independents and less majors Hit us with weak advances, try to enslave us Then charge a small interest on the money they gave us Take the same mentality I had on the street But more advanced like CD, enhaced, I`m deep Born alone, never die alone, nigga, never sleep Born alone, never die alone, nigga, never sleep [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Tragedy Khadafi ] Better run, muthafucka, like the D`s is comin Better write the illest rhymes like life depends on it What you gon` do when they change the currency of money? It`s one world, one government and one country We plagued with media propaganda, they plannin To take away your right wisdom and overstandin Right action, comrade, blowin my canon Movement through this music, we bear the struggle On the grind with these rhymes, CDs I hustle Moms taught me how to be a warrior, in fact If you don`t stand for somethin then you die on your back But fuck that, all my livewires overreact It works like it`s the first and we movin them packs This story`ll be repeated if we fall off track Fast forward to the future, niggaz can`t look back [ CHORUS ] | Похожие исполнители:
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