they song come on Swinging they fists Ready for war but its a different type of effect Its not violence They're just tranced by the advance Tranqued by
actually been there, Not like you... Ignorant siblings in the congregation Gather around spewing sympathy, Spare me... None of them can even hold a candle up to you, Blinded by
been there Not like you The ignorant fibbers in the congregation Gather around spewing sympathy Spare me None of them can even hold a candle up to you Blinded by
actually been there Not like you Ignorant flippants in the congregation Gather around spewing sympathy Spare me None of them can even hold a candle up to you Blinded by
I know You Prayed And Wished That You Had My Swag [Verse 1:] Young harlem nigga from the NY Get money, spend money, stay fly Those the 3 codes that I live by
my shit get lit - up like a cigarette I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now These niggas
my dip, think I better get a grip My money like the Olympics, I got to make a fist I never recall falling but I got to take a trip I'm living on cribs
, now hes standing on the side of the curb, trying to make a profit off herb, he's only 13, chopping up a third of a ki, but by the way hes going E1 into
the edge I dreamed of standin' on my own two feet My fists held high and I clenched my teeth But I'd wake up to the same old me, oh I was living a lie
, shit, push a little fist Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue Corner flyin? it into a forty, twenty Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by
I self don?t say that exists, imported on the ships With irons around the fist Gradual to afros, black cats and fist picks Still creatin' boogies and
pound my fist on the hard cement Spark the scent and cloud the sky till my heart's content Repent and vow she be forgiven How could we be proud to live
streets of the hood every family But what if Hip Hop didn't exist? There wouldn't be this, there wouldn't be Chris, Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist
be right there with him, black suit and all So you made ?humafisto? and hexagons a crystal When he arrives at your doorstep with money by the fistful
murder them [Chorus] [R.A. the Rugged Man] I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner They say Rugged, by now, you
you cats held my the cops Blow fire from you tops, your expired by the shots Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya War displayed by the
world Wanna rip up this page Wanna pour out this heart Wanna get up on this stage And my lips become percussion And my fists become the rage And I pound