Dead Prez Lyrics
Dead Prez Lyrics
"Sharp Shooters Lyrics"
A New Handbook Lyrics
We have got for you Another book of rules The Inquisitor's handbook, He has written it To understand the law, And how to bring it He had the mission To pacify the North, Italy was infected, Kill the heretics to To consecrate the world, A battle against the blasphemous Bernard Gui your name means atrocity You get pleasure from the death penalty [chorus] Come with me, Yes we fight Another mission on the prowl Day by day,
We have got for you Another book of rules The Inquisitor's handbook, He has written it To understand the law, And how to bring it He had the mission To pacify the North, Italy was infected, Kill the heretics to To consecrate the world, A battle against the blasphemous Bernard Gui your name means atrocity You get pleasure from the death penalty [chorus] Come with me, Yes we fight Another mission on the prowl Day by day,
Artist Talib Kweli & Dead Prez
Song Sharp Shooters
Typed by NLP Shit denmark Farum 3520
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(stic.man)
Everything is politics,I CHIN, Kweli, people army, you know it
(M-1)
The white man came to Africa with rifles and Bibles
Heard the name, started changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner,
See I be what John Wilkes Booth was to Lincoln, blam!
Sirhan Sirhan, peepin through the curtains with my eyes on a Kennedy
Dead prez, politic, know your enemy, keep your toast close
Because political power come from the barrel of it
We in a war, nigga leave it or love it
Since they got us in a scope like a P.E. logo
I watch for the po-po (woop woop) and train at the dojo
Not a gun Deniro but a working class hero
Takin a stand, like a panther with an M-1 Garrand
Screamin know your gun laws, self defense is a must
When
Roland the Roadie and Gertrude Lyrics
(Shel Silverstein) Now Roland the roadie was only a toadie who set up the lights and the mikes for the shows And Gertrude the groupie was a rock and roll fan, who stood by the stage door in the rains and the snows Roland the roadie met Gertrude the groupie at a rock concert back in Bayonne He tried to seduce, said he'd introduce her to all of the Beatles and Stones So Roland the roadie got Gertrude the groupie a seat in the balcony above And Gertrude the groupie f
we set it off I'm a be the first to bust(Shel Silverstein) Now Roland the roadie was only a toadie who set up the lights and the mikes for the shows And Gertrude the groupie was a rock and roll fan, who stood by the stage door in the rains and the snows Roland the roadie met Gertrude the groupie at a rock concert back in Bayonne He tried to seduce, said he'd introduce her to all of the Beatles and Stones So Roland the roadie got Gertrude the groupie a seat in the balcony above And Gertrude the groupie f
(Chorus - dead prez)
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the jakes respect me
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
It protects me and makes sure the jakes respect me
(Talib Kweli)
What do you do
when the police kick in your door like 'get on the floor'
Shoot you in the back
cause who you are and where you at's against the law
You try to protect your home with the illest arsenal possible
Learn how to heal yourself and stop fuckin with them hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack gatlings
to make a rat sing like Nat King
Before they start blasting (blow!)
With no accuracy, handling they beef in the public
Now an innocent child got a bag for a stomach
Property value plumit every time a shot is fi
Shut Up Lyrics
Trick Daddy f/ Trina, Co & Deuce Poppito Chorus: (Trick Daddy) Ah-ha Okay What's up? Shut up (4 times) Verse 1: (Trick Daddy) Ridin' 'round in my brand new '99, 4 do' Volvo I got a pocket full of Bs Cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go though But all my Boca Boys they know though That's fo' sho' though (Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?) Hell nah, ho, you know they Polo I been used again Choosed again
ed (c'mon)Trick Daddy f/ Trina, Co & Deuce Poppito Chorus: (Trick Daddy) Ah-ha Okay What's up? Shut up (4 times) Verse 1: (Trick Daddy) Ridin' 'round in my brand new '99, 4 do' Volvo I got a pocket full of Bs Cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go though But all my Boca Boys they know though That's fo' sho' though (Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?) Hell nah, ho, you know they Polo I been used again Choosed again
People feelin betrayed so they take the street to riot
Cops fire shots and try to stop the spirit takin over the entire block
Politicians say it's time to march
But people is past that, ready to blast at whatever comin
From the master or from the office, niggas is sick of runnin
Yeah, all my soldier, raise it up, c'mon, now
(Bust ya guns) yeah, Kweli with dead prez, c'mon
(Blow blow)
(stic.man)
I'm deep in the runs
where all that niggas give a fuck about is stackin funds
The black and young type that's packin automatic guns
If any static comes sparatic shots'll ring out
You get caught up, you get your fuckin brains blown clean out
The killers reign supreme, survival of the illest brain and scheme
For cream you know the game in my vein
I feel the pain for all the niggas that passed away
Tryin to get cash the fastest way we know how, the old fashion way
Blastin, we actin like cock tecs and tenniments
My squad flex i
On The Way Lord Lyrics
(Lord they're on their way on their way) Saw a man an angry man killed his brother with his own hands Brother laid on the ground sinner man you'd better kneel down He's on his way Lord on his way on his way Lord on his way He's on his way Lord on his way oh oh Lord he's on his way (on his way) So a girl a pretty girl disgusted with her next of world And over those attractivity forever ends reality She's on her way Lord... Two young boys black and white each one
any shit pop, and put an end to it(Lord they're on their way on their way) Saw a man an angry man killed his brother with his own hands Brother laid on the ground sinner man you'd better kneel down He's on his way Lord on his way on his way Lord on his way He's on his way Lord on his way oh oh Lord he's on his way (on his way) So a girl a pretty girl disgusted with her next of world And over those attractivity forever ends reality She's on her way Lord... Two young boys black and white each one
It's like hell, this planet I'm from consist of dilligent crack sale
Assisting off the backs of young black males
It's innocent, suspending in packed jails that benefit
White well being, while niggas catch hell just for being
You might as well have a life of crime, ain't nothin free in this life
I stick a nine in ya spine for mine
No time for talk, 'cause I walk when I talk
Stalkin sidewalks of course with the eyes of a hawk
Crack a quart to get away from this trife world and thought
Puffin Newports 'cause life's a bitch, and it's too short
My crew sport leather, gold, camoflauge, rugged denim
Deadly in venom, totin buckets with nothin in 'em
But Rawkus, some ill mothafuckas for real
Straight hustlas with nothin but a taste for kill
(Chorus) 4x
(Talib Kweli talking)
Yeah, c'mon, all my soldiers
Brooklyn where you at
Florida, Cincinnati where you at
Africa where you at, yo