But by greed and our racist history Just a wall's width away Still impossible to see across This space in front on me It's we who write this history
I dig Asked her the name, one way to approach her See she had game, she needed me to coach her Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture The way
like MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin' They write
singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on rock rock yall throw it on the floor im gonna freak
on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on rock rock yall throw it on the floor im gonna freak
on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
Your Character String Verification?" Battle rap is just aimless entertainment +2nd round K.O.+ was one of they favourites, fuck all the haters Responsibility entrusted There's only one way
The music stopped Guess the system blew out one of his amps It'd take a little while, then it come back on Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that
dig Asked her the name, one way to approach her See she had game, she needed me to coach her Expose her to some paper, freedom and culture The way a
it back cause that's nonsense Com sense and black I've been calm since Mom spit wisdom of the system I was brought into Walking through the walls made
burn Skate session with my niggas On a cloud, where's my inhaler, I can't even breath I don't smoke weed But I'm on a cloud high enough to give me a nose
notice the writings on the wall Now I am certain You've set yourself up for the fall We all run in circles And no one sees the writings on the wall Now
off on ya ass and write another book It took too many times in the cage Now I'm on the front page looking at myself I'm on the run Never to be seen by
MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live [Verse One:] MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin They write
spent on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments