When last night I came around I began to feel that sound It was playing clear and bright Lighting up the city night I put all my thoughts aside Held
What can you do When a friend is down What can you do You see he wants to shout But he can't find the will Just to smile, to the sun in the sky What
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
funny talkin' cats, tryin' to do a nigga foul It's goin' down nigga round up the team I'm'll head over here just to map out the scene Ship them things in route
lungs Raisin the guns, knowin; My day'll come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, chips in the field of fortune Dead men
get with the pro-black Program that's designed to educe thought Rhymes ya bought keep Panthers taught Punks stay put skinheads are flatfoot Keys are played as I stay on route
talkin blast with me cursin out the reet between the gate, until I see the light, shootin everything in sight, worn every other day bodies every other
There was a pool table there at the wedding That most of the men stood and played Whilst the women danced in their melancholy Till the last song started
that might sprout Tried to help lead black folk the right route Delayed, negative voices, many, once in prison For unwise choices that he once made Divide the men
'm at a level that niggas can't get to I'm gangsta part gorilla, part pit bull In other words this dog means business Still do it for my men behind bars
to gain essential upper hand Needed to stump the plan we land My artillery shoots when let loose shoots and My bullets rams piercing the skin of other men
cute as a bug's Ear, I do fear, death is near People today cry angry tears, Prejudiced, like the rest, hate each other Like no other, there's no love
secrets will be unlocked for you, and great enlightenment shall be yours. XERXES: Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above all others
I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess 'Cause the system got us fucked up It put us to the test, women and men
' the thug, like the shoot up the drug type They love to hear the people sayin, "Yo that kid is bugged right?" Just a game, so please, out here men die
well it be known That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down 'Twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout
Yeah, that's the funky funky shit Ay bust it, yo, yo Deltron tremendous force to end your course Every whim is enforced I send men with torches to raid
