bastards never heard of me But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally Bleeding internally, burnin' D, durin' surgery, verbally 'Cause I'm a spiritual
vomitare La rotta degli schiavi Per l'America del Nord L'unico viaggio gratis Che gli hanno fatto fare Legato e incatenato Alla rabbia del dolore Lo spiritual
what's next Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius Cezar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America
know what's next Ancient kings from Egypt up to Julius Caesar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America
up ur buttcheeks as u might feel a slight electrical shock. Please select the race history u desire. U have selected African-American. This is your history
kings from Egypt up to Julius Cesar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan
fry. [Chorus] [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] I never did have no love for the system, Man them law aint good to protect me, Im just a nigga tryin to live the American
's why I get spiritual spirituality supports reality no not catholic no not Baptist no not passive very active! United minds of the Americas minds of Africa
butt cheeks As you might feel a slight electrical shock Please, select the race history you desire You have selected African American, this is your
was conceived, these bastards never heard of me But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally Bleeding internally, burgundy, durin' surgery, verbally 'Cause I'm a spiritual
pick up your tail and run ga long All this talk of how the West was won And rob up America from the Indian And tek weh Australia from original man Africa belong to all Africans
wrote Mein Kampf Changing stone rhymes to bread with one wave of my hands Son of God, defy me better have a whole army Or make plans to leave America
La rotta degli schiavi Per l'America del Nord L'unico viaggio gratis Che gli hanno fatto fare Legato e incatenato Alla rabbia del dolore Lo spiritual
Spirit Revives my soul again There is a balm in Gilead To make the wounded whole There is a balm in Gilead To save the sin sick soul Traditional African-American Spiritual
never heard of me But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally Bleeding internally, burnin' D, durin' surgery, verbally 'Cause I'm a spiritual
