be a sound souljah On tracks compact, bolder abstract flava Drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder Addition to the culture went
t it beautiful to be alive Yeah right I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense We are the prey and culture is
: Maurice White, Lestley R. Pierce & Frankie Blue rap: the boys we're just chillin' with Eart, Wind & Fire this is my desire talking 'bout culture
hymns of angels Suffer over the stench of the 21st century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony The litany of popular culture
sheer perseverance] A solace erupts at dusk fall of my shame. Inhuman shade of glory. I overwhelm the kingdoms at the surface... The new culture inherited
Hall 2night [Verse 3:] Im The Haitian Princess With The Peoples Band Every Time The Djs Play Us People Jump Around And Pay Us After Call Them Shades
shades, Tried to play me like a hermit I looked at Omar and said, "Yo pass me my gun permit" [Ivy Queen] Todas las culturas se unen esta vez Representando
rap: the boys we're just chillin' with Earth, Wind & Fire this is my desire talking 'bout culture I'm a vulture just like the beat chillin' with Earth
made in the shade and your mother's in the kitchen Where she's patching all the cracks in the wall We never had a care in the world (No shade) Too much
from the winter home upon the hill the summer shade a caving in the psychotronic talking box the mainstream ninety-two percent the laughing dying culture
were white But when you're talking skin tone, let's not fuck around Cause no one's really black or white, we're all just shades of brown Black hearted
angels Suffer over the stench of the twenty first century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony, the litany of popular culture
have been told That women hold mysteries men cannot know But boys learn true secrecy, how to hide lies In cracks in their souls and behind shaded eyes
] Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a melting pot Angel in my father's eyes, only 'cause it helps him rot Freedom screams through a sky, wounded by a culture
I don't know what I thought in a dream when you belly dance In the mist of Arabia Under the shade of a roof I'm thinking about our common ground Dance
Please raise your child to day The way that you were born to play Way that we all disappear Allowing us to shade our fears Pain, your every stamp When
Can I do that myself? Make up my own mind like anyone else Forget me, forget me not, remember me like acid drops Different colors, different style Different cultures
river is black, blue and green The young are young, the old are old There are no shades of gray in between There are no shades of gray in between No shades