County Jail full of noxious gas got three quarters of your senses massed, you're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony. they out for delph, only
you will in a few minutes, hear from the man Who is takin' the place of real black leadership Who will answer the call for true freedom Justice and equality in America
[krs-one] Can we hear the track please.. Blaow! who are we? (we..) {reputation!} Who are we? (we..) {reputation!} Only the best touch the microphone
your looks I used to see girls like you in them girlie books I'm losin my mind, but it's not lost yet I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your sihlouette
I gotta tell ya There's a whole lot of us ain't wrapped too tight Now I could been your doctor or your lawyer Or come to your house and clean up for
to shine One time Southside for life My turn 2 represent All you fake rappers can take a hike [Verse 3:] Open your muthafuka dont get your car
walker without the loot, you slippin' duke At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker Talk your talk, degrade my character Your remarks are amateur,
in a spot called Millbrooke Projects The original, criminal minded, rap topic With twenty cents in my pocket, I saw the light If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights Your only
me, it's only murder The lights dimmed in my cell block Cause all the power they got surged into one spot J's chair hear him screamin, fully loaded
me, it's only murder The lights dimmed in my cell block Cause all the power they got surged into one spot J's chair hear him screamin, fully loaded It
, hits stay superfluous Man, I extend credit to a vagabond Run your city and we not talkin' marathons Bang like chitty chitty, here to disturb you New CD, watch it spread like bird flu America
he peed in your club Not in the toilet either (Nope) You don't enjoy the beaver (Nope) You'd rather plot on how to give a lil or the peter America's
rapper down wit your click I don't know one bitch on your dick And I don't know one nigga pumping your shit I hear you claiming South Central wait You
'Posed to be, the land of the Free I don't see how count me in Oh, America, oh, America, yeah America, America Sweet land of Liberty y'all I'm doing
never free, no way Not in Amerika, not Amerika Our country 'tis of thee, land of liberty But that'll never be, no way Not in Amerika, not in Amerika You only
[Trick Daddy] 'Posed to be... Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all
drugs is really the opposite should be called drugs on war, cause somebody getting they pockets hit so that coco on my street and that weed on your street is only
I thought this was America people! Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh? That's how we workin' huh? Okay Before me there was many, after me there