It is absolutely silly and unproductive. To have a funeral for the word nigger when the actions continue. We need to have a movement to resurrect brothers and sisters.
Pants on the Ground. Pants on the Ground. . Lookin' like a fool. With your pants on the Ground. With the gold in your mouth. Hat turned sideways. Pants hit the ground.
Public Warning, who's in town?. Public Warning, all bow down. . I'm riding here on this beat. 'Cause I don't give a monkeys what you think about me. It's on, no long ting, it's on.
It's Lady Sovereign Style. Let's go. . There's no point in asking you'll get no reply. Oh, just remember a don't decide. I got no reason and it's all too much.
Yeah, fothermuckers it's Lady Sovereign. S O V. . Speak my mind, I don't like them liars. Find your ride and I'll pop your tires. Cross the line and you're fucking fired.
Kyprios 12 verse 7 through 10. May the bullet of the war be exchanged for a pen. See Life is an empty page. And our story's told in days. Words form a sentence in third world dimensions.
[Intro]. The Hole. Click Click. Mmmmmm Uuuurr no I cant do it (can't do it, can't do it). Fuck this. Click Click. I gotta, I wanna. MMM. . [Verse 1]. My pain killer's in my dresser.
Party time. Okay, party people in the house. . Ooh, party, ah, party. Ooh, party, ah, party. Ooh, party, ah, party. Ooh, party, ah, party. . I was at this club, this place called Roy's.
Swing high then swing low. I know, we all know. Swing high then swing low. I know. . I was rushing to the end. Touching everything I saw again. And hoping to pretend.
Hey, it's the same once again. Microphones fully loaded and friend. Funny I try to make this end. But it seems I'm returnin' a name. . it's the same once again.
Pump your fist, pump your fist. Pump your fist, pump your fist. Pump your fist, pump your fist. Pump your fist, pump your fist. . Can you feel it, tension in the air? Racism, violence everywhere.
Ladies and gentlemen. There are seven acknowledge wonders of the world. You are about to witness the eighth. . Karma. Poetic Justice. What goes around, comes around.
Yeah, it's how we do. This a little story about uh. A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al. . I can see you watching waitin' in my garden. In my bushes plottin'.
I want you to understand. A few words of Knowledge, Wisdom, and Understanding. From a soul, rappin man. Has more weight in this life. Than, one-thousand men.
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh.
Oh Pete Nice? I'm smoother than him, man I mean. He wears suits and all, you know no disrespect. . Yeah right, just a thought. . Heavy D yo, the girls they love me.
Intro:. . "you feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't here me". "get out of my head" *gun shot*. . What, ("you feel some pain.."). It's like this, what, what.
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'. Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'. Got, got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'.
Oh, that'll work, word, smooth. Ooh, this one goes to all the coolouts. All the old schoolers, all the new schoolers. My name is the Kid Capri with the Lords of Funk.