Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Buddha Monk f BabyFace Fensta, Drunken DНазвание : The ProphecyДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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[Intro: Buddha Monk] Allah is God, We came here to travel and speak the truth to those who do not know themselves. We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence and expense forth the truth. If you cannnot stand on your own two feet, what must be done? Nothin, you shall die in your own inequity. I want y`all to feel me. Let Allah take this path to teach the truth to those who do not know themselves. [BabyFace Fensta] Heat like a pressure cooker hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization I`m 5% of the original nation who know the truth The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded like rust on bumpers of old Chevy`s from 1962 I used to cop `em, but I had to drop `em Get aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compound like the Saint, remember who I am I might just rob the bank in your town Went from sleepin in crates on Quincy Street Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat Fallin out the windows of East New York Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork [Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz] Yo, pictures record my wonder years The narrator, I write like diaries and journals Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy mentally takes you out your zone, I`m livin un-satisfied My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm More suedes Clark`s, the Fonz is poetry, Islam is science Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants Everyday`s the same palace shit like the total thumper Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted Advantage, presto, don`t settle for less, strictly quality garments Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes constitution, precious moments in her life from stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast [Buddha Monk] Yo, this life`s full of savagery and the devil`s still after me I drink Bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee I`m still hurtin from the shit the devil`s still servin It feels like a sayonce, but I`m trapped in chaos Yo, me, oh, my it`s chaos, livin in my hive Back up, back up, for this time you must die [Chorus: Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz] I`ve watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up in cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives Takin half a nigga`s pie, enemies in disguise Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies [Manly Musa of Zu Ninjaz] Yo, my Fam`s Royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil Where all my nigga now wigs at? Jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at? Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick that Bein broke gave me the ice grill, If I can`t smoke, I might ill fight a dyke for tryin to steal >From all my niggaz who can`t grab, ain`t no fun robbin and can`t brag cop grams and hand bags That`s like life with no map, a Dolja soldier on the wrong path tryin to road block the road to riches If you got somethin, maintain what you go left cuz the only thing to fear in this world is life or death [Redz of Zu Ninjaz] Yo, this dream`ll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam Life`s a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off Who was your man and bet this, I`m reckless on your high style`s check list I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours but soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal Ain`t no peace, young ones blasted by the beast I`m from the east where each and every teach You`ll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell, right? It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the L sparks You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high society`s made us, fuck what you say, they played us 9 servants, but feelin better when I`m goin for life in my man`s ride, that`s yo` man, right? [Buddha Monk] You was my a-alike, cuz stars will like to shine so bright Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price Yo, what`s wrong with you? M-O was known for jig-able You had a crew, especially known to kill for you Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue how you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues That`s why I sing this song, I`ll keep holdin on It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms His life`s pathetic for my man Nine, don`t even sweat it I`ma help ya ass out, no need for things, but don`t forget it cuz maybe on this cross road, I could take this same load and who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold? [Chorus (x2)] [Outro: Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz] ...nigga!!! | Похожие исполнители: |
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