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The way that momma us was pure faith
So wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to
Know the wolf the sheep
Or the sheep who cried
And the deadly hoof
While the was asleep
I keep my mind a
Follow my heart the
Don't play too close
Sleep my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the of life
The knife by throats of the young
and blows straight through the lungs
as the mind gets by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome cause we ain't
but we smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the niggaz by the
Ear, and butts
Yeah, they're to fuck us up
but, shit, you what's up
We get with the movement
and men soon
consume every womb who bares
beneath the stairs of their
Best believe they're gonna em in a tomb
repeat 4X
Cause Everytime I to the microphone
I put my soul on 2"
That I don't own
(Bootie Brown)
Early Saturday mornin I was gazin
slowly broke into the
to fill a with some Raisin Bran
as I ran up and the TV stations
I Indian Joe
getting tricked out of nation
by a silly
who laughed as the happened
the same
the game continued into
is at an all-time high
You give a of your soul
to receive crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on til the break of dawn
even though it is my soul I do not even own
repeat 4X
(FatLip)
I was po', nlack and
beyond a shadow of a
Ass-out, wide open waitin for my to come on out
Speakin about the before I got signed
I was coolin behind Coolio in the County
My big used to say I was an asshole
didn't graduate, couldn't handle the
of school, why fool
wit' foolish rules and
the cap and tassels
said the trade and tried rhymes
up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
me and my nigga L.A. Jay at S.C.U.
I the MIC one-time
it, 1-2, we in
freakin' flavors with my fellow Nubians
Takin to the next level
Too bad I sold my soul to the devil