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i wake up, look out the window, see three feet of snow for real,meter's though - yo large, this beat is dope! get the pen and the padand start writing a verse like i know the procedure, like this timeain't the first but it could be the last, gotta make the most of ithope my people forgive me, i know i'm so stubborn gotta quit fuckinaround, death could come so sudden make you hate me some times, but alli want is more loving i know what you thinkln, but this ain't anotherlast song call it my first song, livicated to my first horn's babymother, ain't no other - one life to live one love to give, i'm gon'give it on...
up! to my people's revolutionary spirit
turn it up - real life music, lose it when you hear it
bum it up - babylon and sing along with the lyrics
one life, one love to give - i'm gon give it on...
up! to my people's revolutionary spirit
turn it up - real life music, lose it when you hear it
burn it up - babylon and sing along with the lyrics
one life, one love to give...
i look up to another bright day, thinkin that i might stay if it's okwith the almighty all knowing, all seeing, all forgiving i hope cus Idon't know who's right - guess it isn't the pope guess it isn't thepoint either, what i mean is jesus, do we really need our leaders? ordo they need us, where do they lead us look at the riches of the worldand they won't even feed us i say enough is enough and man nothing ofnothing is nothing they huffin and puffin - they bluffin, they pushinthe but¬ton i'm rushin their iunchin and cussin their cousins anduncles and brothers and mothers and lovers and others and... fuck itwasting my breath on them iniq¬uity workers when i need to step fromthis inner city
circus fitttn perfect in then plan when it's we that hurt us pressin down when the only way that's really gonna
work ^^J
chorus
selector lift it up and uplift, we've been stuffed enough shit to makea sausage feel envious we must quit we must stop, me must go - to getcrops we must sow good seed, water it, shine a light - it a grow butall them pesticides is genocides - truths and rights i write j through,mike booths - step inside render my heart and not my garment i'm pickinthat part - pick me apart with all your comments i'm beggin no pardons,kickin back at the apartment watchin, plottin, startin, chargin... andwhen the venom it stings all the gentle¬men kings the pendelum swingsback and forth they pack a sword mightier than my pen to hack us all topieces (again:) do we really need our leaders or do they need us, wheredo they lead us? i tell you down, down, down - well time's...
chorus
large made the music at hotel no monkey business (for no mon¬keybusiness entertainment) and i wrote the rhymes when i still lived inuppsala - with mad snow outside the window, i recorded it with vladipushing the buttons at soundlsm, even before we started recording songsfor the fort europa album, that makes it almost two years old now, butit's still "up to the time"! j schuster played the bass for dlxentertainment.
i compared the opening lines with the opening lines of "these wallsdon't lie" (which was still very new when i wrote this one), and itseems like there's something with large's sentimental beats and wittingrhymes in the apartment in uppsala. a whole lotta window peeping, anddreamïng myself away...
up! to my people's revolutionary spirit
turn it up - real life music, lose it when you hear it
bum it up - babylon and sing along with the lyrics
one life, one love to give - i'm gon give it on...
up! to my people's revolutionary spirit
turn it up - real life music, lose it when you hear it
burn it up - babylon and sing along with the lyrics
one life, one love to give...
i look up to another bright day, thinkin that i might stay if it's okwith the almighty all knowing, all seeing, all forgiving i hope cus Idon't know who's right - guess it isn't the pope guess it isn't thepoint either, what i mean is jesus, do we really need our leaders? ordo they need us, where do they lead us look at the riches of the worldand they won't even feed us i say enough is enough and man nothing ofnothing is nothing they huffin and puffin - they bluffin, they pushinthe but¬ton i'm rushin their iunchin and cussin their cousins anduncles and brothers and mothers and lovers and others and... fuck itwasting my breath on them iniq¬uity workers when i need to step fromthis inner city
circus fitttn perfect in then plan when it's we that hurt us pressin down when the only way that's really gonna
work ^^J
chorus
selector lift it up and uplift, we've been stuffed enough shit to makea sausage feel envious we must quit we must stop, me must go - to getcrops we must sow good seed, water it, shine a light - it a grow butall them pesticides is genocides - truths and rights i write j through,mike booths - step inside render my heart and not my garment i'm pickinthat part - pick me apart with all your comments i'm beggin no pardons,kickin back at the apartment watchin, plottin, startin, chargin... andwhen the venom it stings all the gentle¬men kings the pendelum swingsback and forth they pack a sword mightier than my pen to hack us all topieces (again:) do we really need our leaders or do they need us, wheredo they lead us? i tell you down, down, down - well time's...
chorus
large made the music at hotel no monkey business (for no mon¬keybusiness entertainment) and i wrote the rhymes when i still lived inuppsala - with mad snow outside the window, i recorded it with vladipushing the buttons at soundlsm, even before we started recording songsfor the fort europa album, that makes it almost two years old now, butit's still "up to the time"! j schuster played the bass for dlxentertainment.
i compared the opening lines with the opening lines of "these wallsdon't lie" (which was still very new when i wrote this one), and itseems like there's something with large's sentimental beats and wittingrhymes in the apartment in uppsala. a whole lotta window peeping, anddreamïng myself away...
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