Letras:
Grateful Dead Harder They Come

harder they come, the harder they fall The harder they come, the harder they fall one and all. Well the oppressors are trying to keep me down Trying to drive me underground And they

the harder they come, the harder they fall The harder they come, the harder they fall one and all. Well the oppressors are trying to keep me down Trying to drive me underground And they

dead, sick, or in prison My nigga [Lloyd] Ladies come take this ride with me Niggaz come take this ride with me Ladies come take this ride with me Niggaz come

While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed

con artist not a Kanye West (I AINT DEAD!) Streets prounounce me dead x6 I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead The reserruction of the dead...

Them voices as loud as manhattan come chattin, They say "Who met us, and let us in?" you know you better than all of these replicates screamin they represent

? While I'm watchin' every nigga watchin' me closely My shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed

tell me that I was wrong? They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They took a flower All along

Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead