Twin Towers

Текст песни JIM JONES - Twin Towers <br/> [Bizzy Bone &quot;Chorus in background&quot;]<br />Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn&#039;em, turn&#039;em up, a little more<br />Turn&#039;em up a little more, turn&#039;em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah<br /><br />[Bizzy Bone]<br />Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won&#039;t we just stop it <br />with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what<br />( )<br />Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down<br />Part of the system is worser now, melody murder must&#039;ve ran<br />What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not<br />Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, &#039;til the &quot;Body Rot&quot; stop<br />Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line<br />I still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic<br />Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I&#039;m so thankful god<br />Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns<br />Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one<br />Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge<br />Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs<br />And ain&#039;t nobody stopping my fucking drugs<br />If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what<br />Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they offended you &#039;cous<br />Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas &#039;cause that&#039;s who I love<br />Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky<br />We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I&#039;m ready to die..................<br /><br />[Bizzy Bone]<br />For the grace of Capo... for the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, <br />now the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence,<br />and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her,<br />witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us<br /><br />[Jim Jones]<br />By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence,<br />I&#039;m flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,<br />But murders go down, you know they go down<br /><br />[Jim Jones]<br />Straight out the projects b, I&#039;m telling ya&#039;ll it was so hard for me (so hard)<br />Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where niggas will starve, cause it&#039;s hard to eat<br />Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it&#039;s hard concrete (watch it)<br />Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us<br />People they shoot cause they cocky &#039;bout scanners (scwalay!) <br />So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don&#039;t speed when you swerve high<br />Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down)<br />See I&#039;m always in the rear view, see the law in your rear view (what else) pray to the lord he can hear you (why)<br />I&#039;m the nigga on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit<br />Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I&#039;m in this Fahrenheit called 9/11<br />When I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)<br />And these digital times, we all need to have a political mind (that&#039;s right)<br />Federology, technology, and we can shine like astrology (they can see from the stars)<br />When we walking on eggshells, when you talk on next cells (what happens)<br />When you talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all on sex cells (whooo)<br />When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul<br />Don&#039;t blame it on &#039;caine, got rich when the reggae came (that&#039;s right)<br />Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush&#039;s hoovernated us (stupid)<br />Police will soon be chasing us (that&#039;s right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah)<br />From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war<br />We ain&#039;t trying to voting (voting)<br />So if you draft me jail me (you hear that)<br />Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) &#039;cause I rather go to hell b, and there&#039;s nothing you can tell me<br />Cause we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn)<br />All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I&#039;m running out of time, cause I&#039;m living in hell (yeah)<br /><br />[Jim Jones]<br />By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants,<br />Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by the grace of Capos nigga, you heard, that&#039;s two strong armies nigga<br />Two under bosses we can&#039;t be stopped, we will not be brought down like the twin towers<br />We some political soldiers ghettolutionists, we freedom fighters