Halt! Who goes there?
It is I sire Tone from Brooklyn.
Well, speak up man what is it?
News from the East sire! THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS HAS RETURNED!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the freshest of them all?
I love ‘em all but none of yall can fuck with the double suicide doors on that black phantom,
Fuck em all
We got hits like a 30 shot clip when we throw one in the air everybody hit the floor
Holla atcha boy, boys, when we boys so we bringin out them toys
Lane to lane on the dana danes
We give you noise man when the year change we change, nigga we right here
We can go bang for bang
We can go clip for clip nigga chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip like my celly that ring, sing!
(Me and Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin
OH! Best of Both Worlds)
Best of Both Worlds and we rock the globe
You knamsayin
Ya boy H-O wit Kels we not playin
Losers lose so when we does what we do we win
Then win again like de ja vu
Then we win again like MJ do
Three-peat then retreat the waters that’s blue
Young scrappy this what grown men do lets move!
In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustling boys and girls
It’s the return of Best of Both Worlds
(Nothin can hold us now!)
Now all the ladies love Kels cause Kels is fresh
And plus Kels got “superpimp” ‘cross his chest
I got a phat gold chain and I drop top Lex
And when im rollin thourhg ya hood I be causin wrecks
Man I’m a gigalo, Air Force Ones and fresh linen
I be in the club while my chrome still spinnin
Ladies line up in a single file line just to hit a ?? I’ll sing ‘em a few lines like (Me and
Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin OH!
Best of Both Worlds!)
Shuttin it down you knamean
Kels and Jigga man bacl on the scene
Step up in the club so fresh and so clean
Ladies be like damn! BLING! BLING! BLING
Hov rap and I SING! SING! SING
H to the O and the R&B; King, before we do a show its like CHING! CHING! CHING!
So Lodi Dodi, we likes to party, we don’t start fights we don’t bother nobody
The good news is haters we gat a lotta dough, bad news is it’s the return of Best of Both…
We on a world tour wit Jay and my man
Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand
London, Paris, New York, D.C., Detroit, From Chi-Town to Cali
We on a world tour wit Kels and ya man
Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand
Philly, Jersey, Dallas, St. Louis, Miami
Halt! Who goes there?
It is I sire Tone from Brooklyn.
Well, speak up man what is it?
News from the East sire! THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS HAS RETURNED!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the freshest of them all?
I love ‘em all but none of yall can fuck with the double suicide doors on that black phantom,
Fuck em all
We got hits like a 30 shot clip when we throw one in the air everybody hit the floor
Holla atcha boy, boys, when we boys so we bringin out them toys
Lane to lane on the dana danes
We give you noise man when the year change we change, nigga we right here
We can go bang for bang
We can go clip for clip nigga chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip like my celly that ring, sing!
(Me and Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin
OH! Best of Both Worlds)
Best of Both Worlds and we rock the globe
You knamsayin
Ya boy H-O wit Kels we not playin
Losers lose so when we does what we do we win
Then win again like de ja vu
Then we win again like MJ do
Three-peat then retreat the waters that’s blue
Young scrappy this what grown men do lets move!
In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustling boys and girls
It’s the return of Best of Both Worlds
(Nothin can hold us now!)
Now all the ladies love Kels cause Kels is fresh
And plus Kels got “superpimp” ‘cross his chest
I got a phat gold chain and I drop top Lex
And when im rollin thourhg ya hood I be causin wrecks
Man I’m a gigalo, Air Force Ones and fresh linen
I be in the club while my chrome still spinnin
Ladies line up in a single file line just to hit a ?? I’ll sing ‘em a few lines like (Me and
Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin OH!
Best of Both Worlds!)
Shuttin it down you knamean
Kels and Jigga man bacl on the scene
Step up in the club so fresh and so clean
Ladies be like damn! BLING! BLING! BLING
Hov rap and I SING! SING! SING
H to the O and the R&B; King, before we do a show its like CHING! CHING! CHING!
So Lodi Dodi, we likes to party, we don’t start fights we don’t bother nobody
The good news is haters we gat a lotta dough, bad news is it’s the return of Best of Both…
We on a world tour wit Jay and my man
Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand
London, Paris, New York, D.C., Detroit, From Chi-Town to Cali
We on a world tour wit Kels and ya man
Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand
Philly, Jersey, Dallas, St. Louis, Miami
Strike at mother earth
No one will survive
Kill the human race
With radioactive air
Egregios disfiguring
Drubbing the earth
Edacious dynasty's denaturalise
Comminutes the nature
When come the return
Of a clean nature
Without all the weapons
Without war and pain
Egregios disfiguring
Drubbing the earth
Edacious dynasty's denaturalise
Comminutes the nature
Will it ever come
Or must we die
In a holocaust
Or in a poisoned world
Egregios disfiguring
Drubbing the earth
Edacious dynasty's denaturalise
Comminutes the nature
Death!!!
This one here, the return
This for my dirty disco dancin', low-down
No good muthafuckas
The braided-up pimp is back
The return of the shit-talker
The lyrical explicit content, the original muthafucker
I rip the surf, I hit the worst like brass knuckles, damn
Give em crushes, bust ass and smash records
I live it how I talk it, I bring it how I feel it
This my spot 'cause I done marked it
I show the teeth between waitin' and eatin'
Bitch, I stay aggressive like it's matin' season
I'm hot, you gotta put me where I belong
On top, I'm guaranteed to fuck up everything I get on
You lovin' everything I put out
I keep it real do what you lin-ike in the riz-ep in the sin-outh
Hoes say, "Ooh, he a donkey"
And baby you gon' find out if I hit you with that Raunchy
Don't let me put you in that V-90
You want this kinda fuckin', bitch it's just fine
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's safe to say I'm old school, way back
I went from 4-track to the a-dat and from a-dat to the Pro-Tools
Dreamin' of layin' that hot shit
Playin' hit, bit, don't quit, 'cause you know you not it
Now what would make you think that I ain't the man
Ain't my family, tell ya, I can't complain
Tighter or hype they can't half bang
Even appeal to older people, they say, "Oh, yeah, he bad"
I still be jammin' off the last one
I said, "Where you get that, Pops?"
He said, "I stole it from my grandson"
Now you know me when I step through
They say, "Son, I got yo record ain't you James Brown's nephew"
I keep 'em movin', leave 'em thinkin'
I'm wrestled and respected like Aretha Franklin
All I'm askin', all nigga, part-time lover
It's my turn, watch out there muthafucker
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
'Cause then when that I rock the beat, now I can need influence
I'm fire, fire, off the hook, Michael Tyler, how you doin'
Take that out and leave me on
Kerry, Ves, Stevie, Jack, Beezy Boy, DJ Ron
So, when they ask you, you can tell it
Already signed Shonnie and Maxminelli
They fuckin' with the Belly Boys fo sho
The Guillotine, O.G. Bone, and the rest of them
Oh, yeah, King Yella, that's my nizzle
Oh, that's my brother Reesy and my brother B-Kizzle
I'm just a fashion rap recite
That's Happ, that's Shot, that's Roc, and he tight
This time I'm fuckin' with the Poisonous Dart
Bitches in line waitin' for the party to start
We buyin' rides without leases
'Cause this year niggas runnin' rockin' Big Truck pieces
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
It's my turn, shit, it's my time
Watch out there now, come on
You fuckin' with my groove, groove
It's the return, the braided up pimp is back
Braided up pimp, braided up pimp is back
How low will you go to be part of the show Are you willing to leave God behind Do you think you can ride on your ego and pride With your faith out of sight and out of mind
I want you to know, I don't want you too wait I want you to know before it's too late
Do you know who to trust as you life turns to dust Will it be the beginning or the end? With eternity to loose, be careful as you chose Whether God is your enemy or your friend
He's going to return, the tide is gonna turn You can choose to live and learn Or you can crash and burn But he's going to return
Will you be ready when he comes To feel the thunder of his drums Will you be ready for the call You can stand or you can fall He's gonna take it all
Open your eyes, look at the sky
The dawn you have feared is arisen
Where is the light? The sun's in a dark disguise
The summer had fled, it's autumn instead
What happened to birds in the sky?
The ground is all black like shadows IN THE NIGHT
This is unreal, I can not believe
She's still alive, stronger than ever
Watch out, the dragon is back
Stand strong, the beast will attack
She's back, more evil than ever
The day has arrived, just try to survive
Prepare for the fight of your life
Armour of steel and swords make you feel alive
Now is the time, here is the place
Today is a good day to die
Gather your men, give the command to ride
This is unreal, I cannot believe
She's still alive, stronger than ever
Watch out, the dragon is back
Stand strong, the beast will attack
She's back, more evil than ever
This is unreal, I can not believe
Now she's back again
This is unreal, I can not believe
She's still alive, stronger than ever
Watch out, the dragon is back
Stand strong, the beast will attack
Alone, once more alone
As the memories weave and fade away
Separation mocks me
Frustration consumes me
Inspiration has grown cold
Even as the longing renews
Desperate, I return to you
Broken, I return to you
We circle over and over
But I still return to you
What will it take to escape you?
What will it take to escape you?
Is this what you wanted, to see me humbled?
Is this what you asked for, the final word?
Desperate, I return to you
Broken, I return to you
We circle over and over
But I still return to you
I would tear my eyes out to never see your face
But all of these scars can never be erased
Choke on your words that have left me bleeding
And may your tears, may your tears burn
We circle over and over
Still I return
I return, oh
Desperate, I return to you
Broken, I return to you
We circle over and over
But I still return to you
What will it take to escape you?
"Grand Puba""Lord Jamar""Sadat X""Alamo"
[Puba]"Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival"
[Jamar]"I'm only bringin you the real"
"Grand Puba""Lord Jamar""Sadat X""Alamo"
[Puba]"Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival"
[Sadat]"Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin about"
Verse One: Lord Jamar
Three sixty degrees I stand in the square, right over left
Preparin to fight to the death, you could never stifle this
Not even the triflest, nigga on Earth, could ever fuck
with what I spit in a verse, we always hit where it hurts
Underground so we dig in the dirt
Always gotta put a nigga to work, is how it seems
It's kinda hard to hear the silent screams
Through the violent things, turn a deaf ear
Your body might get left there - you better step to the rear
We put it down with Premier, rock mad army gear
You ain't heard us all together in, several years
It's like a federal crime, you had to settle for rhymes
that lacked substance, we got that in abundance
Pro-black and you know that
We stay Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar
come too far, to ever try and go back
"Grand Puba""Lord Jamar""Sadat X""Alamo"
[Puba]"Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival"
[Jamar]"I'm only bringin you the real"
"Grand Puba""Lord Jamar""Sadat X""Alamo"
[Puba]"Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival"
[Sadat]"Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin about"
Verse Two: Sadat X
I'm on 110 and Lennox with these Africans overseein
our physical being, and how we doin it
It only take one bad nigga to ruin it, pursuin it
and actin like it can't happen put you in the chair
To the bookings we go, on the twenty-four hour flow
I run through obstacles, take off my shackles
Proper backing with the bangers and the rhyme singers
I run with dem and others, rock NY in colors
with the straight brim and the chick who work in the gym
The great Datty in the C-Town Express
Whoever step to this is gonna have to face stress
Whoever step to this better be at they best
Look at me close I'm the perfect host you standin too close
so back up, you should never try to act up
The Wild Cowboy still got the style boy
One of a kind I throw a helluva line
"Grand Puba""Lord Jamar""Sadat X""Alamo"
[Puba]"Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival"
[Jamar]"I'm only bringin you the real"
"Grand Puba""Lord Jamar""Sadat X""Alamo"
[Puba]"Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival"
[Sadat]"Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin about"
Verse Three: Grand Puba
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
My man Primo hit me off with the plural
Zig Zag Zig like Zorro now we makin more bread than Stella Doro
Unsung hero bring more _Heat_ than DeNiro
Never known for spittin trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero
Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Make y'all get nuts like a cellblock filled with dick beaters
Make my approach then shorty's bagged like coach
Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime then watch me run like a roach
Y'all know my shit be hot they call me Dr. Doo-a-lot
Now I got seeds so I'm stingy I keep strings on my Benji's
So tree up, nigga we up, about to re-up
Y'all know the deal, grab this paper, dissapear like Copperfield
I need a meal, time to eats with a flow
Drop the beat, press it up, and hit the street, dinnertime's complete
My Nubian ways'll get ass that open for days
Make more chips than Frito Lays when I spit the phrase that pays
"Grand Puba""Lord Jamar""Sadat X""Alamo"
[Puba]"Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival"
[Jamar]"I'm only bringin you the real"
"Grand Puba""Lord Jamar""Sadat X""Alamo"
[Puba]"Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival"
[Turntablism by DJ Debris]
[Suffa:]
Duck and cover
Cause when you fuck with Suffa it's like the bomb's dropped
You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott
We got it on lock, "Deadlock! " Non-stop, "Head nod! "
Even when the song stop...
Step in the cipher and it's danger
I'll set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber
And he don't fuck around
[Pressure:]
We've gained such renown
For this state of the art custom sound
For them custom built rappers with under-skilled narratives
The good die young, me and Suff' are still bad with this
Rhyme style it's lethal, "Prime time the sequel! "
Ain't got a single fan, just like-minded people
I told you from the start, I'm a soldier of the art
Effortless, take every breath and hold it to your heart
With Debris and my brother Suffa, so watch another sucker run for cover
It's the return of the motherfucking motherfuckers!
[Chorus:]
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did"
"How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
It's Debris... [Lil' Fame:] "Blow the war zone, not now but right now! "
[Suffa:]
Obsessive compulsive, repulsive, insulting
Offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin
Assaulting the system, "A system that's broken! "
The cistern is broken, the shit is just floating
I spit till you're open underground
P-Delaressure and he don't fuck around
[Pressure:]
Now album number five, "Worked hard to earn that! "
No doubt it was a fight, "Too far to turn back! "
Now I step in the sun, take the weather however it comes
Although I'm a second son, I'm second to none
Lesson is done, what goes around comes around
Suffa's down, and he don't fuck around
[Suffa (Pressure):]
The Hood spits the news like Wolf Blitzer, crews
Fear the pit bull in the pulpit, yo it's the
World War Three in a whisper
The Mr. Suffa (and Mr. Pressure)
[Simultaneous] (We rips it rougher)/We spits it fresher
[Chorus:]
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did"
"How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
[Interlude]
[Pressure:]
Your nemesis on verses, the desperate and worthless
Try and flame the name, we can wrestle in a furnace
"Never! " came half-hearted, "Never! " came last, started
Everyday like it's my last till my craft's mastered
"And we can get it on! " I'm at peace with myself
Cause there's a piece of myself in every song
I don't just write rhymes, I spent a lifetime building
A lifeline accommodating night time's children
And now they love the sound
Play me with a Gravyspitter and he don't fuck around
[Suffa:]
Check... ain't no stepping to me
Cause P and Suffa bad mothers like Treacherous Three
So "Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat"
You feel your hearts weep cause you still can't beat
The Hills, and aren't we just still too rugged?
I can feel you love it, we the real blue-blooded, c'mon!
[Chorus]
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did"
"How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
The seasons have turned, the sun is back again
The long nights are over, we have reached the serpent's
Forget this new God, let the old ones be reborn
We'll hang him on a tree, and crown him with thorns
Our king's beneath a hill, an army by his side
They wait with sword and shield, ready to rise
Our queen is in the moon, the stars and the sky
From a blood red mouth comes a sigh
They said the child was mad, or must be telling lies
Oh Lord, You know this road is mighty rough
But You've been so good, You took good care of us
Sometimes You know we might give out
But we won't give up, no, no, no
Now as we leave and go our separate ways
Tell all our friends that we'll be back some day
Now we leave, but You know we will
We will return
Gotta come back to You, gotta come back to You
We will return
Gotta come back to you, gotta come back to you
It's all about love, it's all about love
It's all about love return
It's all about love, it's all about love
It's all about love return
We will return, we will return
Because we love You
From the bottom of our hearts
We know it's been a long time since you seen
And heard from us guys, ya know, I guess
I guess that's why we felt like we should
We should dedicate this song to ya
It's been a long ride for us, it's all good now
No house stood there but straight
Its walls must crack
In full mid-day
The darkness was so grand
And no light was in the land...
The return
The fukin' return of the GLC, goldie lookin' chain
The GLC is gonna take you on a fukin' mystery tour, it's gonna take you through time and space in a different fukin' way, the GLC is a new direction, you knows it, you knows it, you knows it
All the crews of the 'Port gotta get bigged up today, .........(all the crews)..........underwood, marshfield, wnetloof(?) peter stone, the fukin' lighthouse....everyone down the Nash, fukin' anywhere, fukin', as long as it's 'Port, i don't give a fuk
Safe....
If it's nylon, you're gonna have to wear it, son, you're gonna have to fukin' wear it...ha ha haaa!
The art of the Y
Is the excellence of X
Corroding is for autumn
Renewing is for spring
The art of the Y
Is the excellence of X
Corroding is for autumn
Renewing is for spring
Recovering of the dead
Impossible for the living
The making of a copy
Is destruction of mankind
The earth is in it's autumn
The leaves have hit the ground
Corroding this earth is dying
Not knowing, you'll face the end
The coming of Christ
Is the return of X
The art of the Y
And they say they know me
'The fuck outta here
Only god knows what I been through man
So if you wanna talk
Get your facts straight first
And if you really wanna know
Let me ask you somethin
Have you ever walked in the shoes of a giant?
Or had to fill the position of a boss
Before you were even a client?
It's no wonder growin up under the roof of a tyrant
That I would be the poster boy for defiance
Now I'm the voice of the silence
Fuck bein quiet
I've seen 20 years worth of violence
I'm tired
It's a burden for me to open my eyelids
Not an undercover cop
But it's safe to say that I'm wired
I can't even get a grip of my life with pliers
I'm fucked up in the head
Close my eyes cause I see demons 'round my bed
So depressed open 'em up hoping I'm dead
Thought the fame would make it better
But it only fucked me over
Never used to touch a bottle
Now I'm hardly ever sober
People wanna be my friend?
But where the fuck were y'all when I was 10
Eleven and twelve gettin bullied
And beat up in the gym
I couldnt ever get a girl
Now all a sudden I'm the man
Students try to get back cool with me again
Fuck em all
Because guess where they gon' be
When my records stop playin
Gone with the wind
Off of the records I'm saying
That Kells fell off
I knew it would happen
Stop hatin
Cuz a month ago you was all over my jock
Sayin that I'm that motha fucka
But now I'm whack motha fucka?
My opinions changed but you cannot change facts motha fucka
If you want bullet point than call me a gat motha fucka
I lay my whole life out like a mat motha fucka
And I've experienced some things that would stop you from meetin
My schitzophrenic cousin tried to end my life while I'm sleeping
My bummy unlce wanna call now that he sees me succeeding
My momma left me for a teach
I lost my dad to the preaching
Half my friends are buried 6 feet
All the rest in the precint
Literally watched my grandmother die from diabetes
I guess my prayers were answered
When my aunt got cancer and beat it
Now I wanna get her outta job
Give her the garden of eden
I did a lot of bad shit
God got even
But for the price I had to pay
I wish I'd stop breathing
My girl sat in the bath tub
8 hours bleedin
Hearing the doctor tell us our childs heart stopped beating
Fuck a million
I wouldn't take a doller for a life
But I will do what's in my heart
And trade this dollar for a mic
I wrote this song in hopes
That it could help someone get through the night
But no intentions of gettin paid
I'm just doin what is right
I do it for the fans
No the real fans
Who stuck wit me through the storm
Cause they understand
That there's a genuine pain
Behind the words I'm sayin
And they embrace me
So I thank y'all for stayin
Ain't it crazy?
That passion is my achilles heel
Either that or keepin it way to real
But they don't know how it feels
To feed off the energy of a crowd
Step on stage and they get loud
And dad, Imma make you proud
I know we don't speak right now
But I think turning new leaves what we need right now
I love you
And you may not see right now
But I'm beggin for forgiveness
I'm on my knees right now
You saw your son as a dropout
Stuck around when I ran
Saw your son as a felon
Now see your son as a man
See your son be a father
To a beautiful child
Or just see your son dad
See me smile
Who woulda thought what started at the bottom
Would someday grow
From 3 people in the crowd
Unpaid shows
6 people in the room
1 meal a day
Another opening act where no one knows my name
Saw the demos that I passed out
Layin on the ground
Saw the rappers I befriended copyin my style
Saw opportunities passed
While these fakes got rich
Now I can't stop speedin
Like my brakes ain't shit
For 6 months I went through hell and back
Right at the height of my success
All of a sudden doctors said I couldn't rap
I had a polyp on my vocal chords
Left with a choice
Stop now or possibly lose my voice
But I woke up every mornin
And recorded till my throat swelled shut
Coughed blood up after every show
Cause it hurt that much
I went weeks without even saying a word to myself
No health insurance so the bills piled up on the shelf
Rap for my daughter and my fam
And every single fan
I pushed through it now I'm back for y'all again
As for my competition
This the begining of the end
But right now this is my return
Amen
Kells
And they say they know me
Well it's 3 o'clock in the early morn'
You've got your bedface on
At the break of dawn
So you light another cig
And say your prayers
The thief has come
Equipped with his gun
Come on now
Well he came without warning
Like three thousand men swarming
Right out of the sky, like a torch in the night
Well the rocks were screaming
and said it was dreaming
I've been here before,
When I was killed in the war
There's a man who can decide
Between what's wrong and what's right
There's a son who won't fight for
What his father thinks is right
Like Judas of old, with a kiss
You'll be sold,
And those who deny,
This is the return, a time for change and things have not, this is the return to the roots and movements of our mothers and fathers.
It's power to the people and 2 years of protested war makes this country's dose something that's lethal,
This country's voice is to be heard.
Can you hear me?
The resistance of the system.
The saul alynskies and the allen ginsbergs of the 2-1 era.
Human rights will return, don't say "well maybe".
Our 1st amendments will return.
Make these walls respect, or they shall burn.
This is a breakdown, this is a roll call, will you join the fight?
The true power of protest.
Can you hear the battle cries?
By the dawn's early light.
What so proudly we would hail breaks down before our eyes.
Pick it up
From there
Where it was left
Aright thing to do
Multiply
Yours truly
Be a star among the stars
So far
Joining and sharing the light
We all are
There is no real burden
In helping others
Realize the angel
Inside a promise
All those years
They were never in vain
'cause the pain
It guides the way
Back home
Don't you fall back
You are worth the honour
And if they cry
Weep with them
And give away
All you ever received
Don't you...
Enjoy the talks with me
Don't you...
Respect the privacy
Do you think you know me?
Well maybe you do
So youve heard my name before
And you wonder why I look familiar
Such a striking resemblance to an old photograph on the mantle
Could it be that Im conjuring up a memory that you try to hide in the dark?
Oh! I was the one with the pennies on my eyes
I was the one in the pine box that they lowered into the ground
But not now~
But not now~
Oh, the terror of what youve done is trembling on all of your loose ends
Breathing softly and whispering to keep the world from finding out
Oh! I was the one with the pennies on my eyes
I was the one in the pine box that they lowered into the ground
But not now~
Now Im the one with the lightning in my eyes
I am the one with the stars in my hair, the fury in my fist, the life inside my lungs
So watch out~
The moon it rises higher
Staring at the fire, we look up for our answers
Daring not to ask the questions that lay in our hearts
I was the one with the pennies on my eyes
I was the one in the pine box that they lowered into the ground
But not now~
Now Im the one with the lightning in my eyes
[Verse 1]
Well mamma I can hear
Your calling through the storm
I can hear you sing even though my heart is torn
Well I know that I have done you wrong ah yeah
I've been away for way too long ay yeah
Well mama I return, return to your arms
Your grace upon my head I know I shall survive yeah (I shall survive)
Cast away all fear I look into your eyes
Cleanse my heart and cleanse my hands ay yeah
Help me be a good good man ay yeah
Forever I am yours forever you are mine
[Chorus]
So I say return you to the heart return you here again
I leave it all to you my eternal friend
Without you I shall break
But with you I shall bend
As it is a burn it shall be below
Symbol of the heart and forgiving of the soul
I'm coming back to you I'm coming on my on
I'm coming all alone
[Verse 2]
Ambay ambay ambay ambay
Mama can it be that your a golden god (a golden god)
Cultivate and see it's in your own front yard
I no I've been running away ay yeah
But now I'm here to stay ay yeah
Place me in your fire
And pull me from the dark
[Chorus]
So I say return you to the heart return you here again
I leave it all to you my eternal friend
Without you I shall break
But with you I shall bend
As it is a burn it shall be below
Symbol of the heart and forgiving of the soul
I'm coming back to you I'm coming on my on
[Verse 1: Mibbs]
It’s the return to the city of the angels and demons
Where the party’s still popping while the neighbors is sleeping
Police helicopters flying over our heads
I don’t know what happened but I hope that nobody’s dead
You know that shit don’t stop so now it’s back to the basics
Living above the law, that’s some classic LA shit
And banging Pac, Cube, Snoop, Eazy, and Dre shit
Been on a hiatus, now we back to our [group?]
Since I was kid, my best friend was Kurupt
Yo-Yo was my bitch and DJ Quik was my unc’
Mack 10 and Dub-C taught me to tie my Chucks
And Nate Dogg was my nigga, he never left me on stuck
I give my city a hug and make love to the pavement
Where I live at everyday is like a fucking vacation
Hoes come to my city, looking for a vocation
I tell him get with this pick up or she?
[Hook: Ty$]
Ya bitch wanna smoke with a nigga
She said you’s a broke ass nigga
And girls just wanna have fun
Ride around, top down in the sun
She want a nigga that can
Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something
She need a nigga that can
Buy her something, buy her something, buy her something
Yea, yea
[Verse 2: Like]
K I heard from this old throwback I been dying to cut down
She used to be a dime, heard she got her a son now
Tryna get at me, but she got a big gut now
And showed up to my crib weighing two hundred plus pounds
You tryna guess if I still got in them guts, wow
I did though, don’t act like you never fucked with no big ho
We from that big coast where the 6 42s hop
And where the guns might bust, and where there’s none like us
House parties cracking ’til the sun light’s up
Name another trio with a buzz like us
Name another trio who can bust like us
Who get love like us, but there’s none I trust
[Hook]
[Verse 3: BeYoung]
Say rest in peace to the homie, [Chip Hurns?]
Floss too much and you bound to get served
Talk reckless and it’s bound to get heard
Niggas booking flights into town just for the herbs
Don’t think it’s just the birds
Surfing and sunshine
Run that light and you swerve into one time, some broke, some fly
Cutthroat, cut ties
That nigga sixteen, how he get double life, for tryna bubble white
Pack heats and
Niggas after cash like it’s always tax season
Pull a Breezil with ass fat, cleavage
Met her Friday, got the ass that weekend
Hatchback beating, where the cash at, seek it
Wear the wrong hat, you can catch that beating
Laderas and the swang, we in the parking lot chiefin’
Yea, that’s the city that I’mma never leaving
We get high
There has been a change in the balance of power
Very soon will come the hour
He has already lost the power of control
The others will follow when they're told
I can now feel you getting closer
My path to you is becoming clearer
And I will never turn my back
Take your hate and burn it black
I will feel for you until the ending
This situation's everlasting
There are many who'd like to hate me
They should worry about their safety
Do you remember when you lost your respect?
Don't you realise the effect?
Trying to impress a misjudged character
He told you and my life shattered
I'm so sorry
I love you dearly
I can't think freely
But I see clearly
x2
I will never let go of you
I will walk through the grounds of hell
Just to stand beside you
And know you think of me well
x4
Don't let your mind pollute you
You're screwing your brain
The end is no beginning, you must break the chain
The voices wail
(Don't do this, don't do that.)
You must not fail
Maybe it's near
(In the dark they remind.)
Dream dreams in fear
Please wake up
Not on your own
You still have time to see what you can discover
We all long for your return
Don't let the drugs abuse you
You must take control
To lay my head on your blessed arm
I take my cue from the willow tree
For it don't break from just one storm
But bends with a strength that keeps it free.
When I was young my love was bold
Bold like rock and rock like cold
Kind love came and said it would be true
But I turned away as though I always knew
That bonds are formed from outside time
Our major goal is to absolve our crimes
Let your steps be travelled with that knowing smile
It's no toss of coins that longest mile.
For those who think, don't analyze
For those who weep, dry your eyes to see
It's from those we've served, a paradise
And form those we've wronged, pure ecstasy.
Because happiness is a moment's glance
The spin inside the circle's charm
And I walked my line to have my chance
