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Intro: killah

Oh yeah. it's for us to unite.
All tribes. uh. brothers.
brothers. mexicano.
Know

Chorus: priest

In the ways of the today
It's so easy us to stray
to free our mind from all the drugs and crime
Material keep us blind

priest]
I hear the of the fallen soldiers
Calling for jehovahs, by the king cobras
And boa which convict ya
Nothing but in liquor stores
Cops who handcuff us in the four
I try to endure, but it rains it pours
Amongst the and the poor, I'm sure there's war
the child, born naked and wild
Life and foul, I used to watch crowds bow
I was exiled from miles, must of landed reptiles
And the gentles, not to lose the mental
a gin for a while, taking straight shots
Hold my behind the gates, locked
Beat and backed by the cops
of our language, walked around nameless
Amongst the strangest, a heart full of
Taught life is dangerous, devil 'copter at us
Society is to gain our trust, fuck a nine to
I squeeze the 95-0, watch 'em die
'cause you that I know

trebag

In the of the world today
It's so easy us to away
Trying to our mind from all the drugs and crime
Material things us blind

Stop killing own, hitting your peeps with sticks and stones
Off the roams, is what the babies bring home
Teach 'em self-condonment in the dome, make the brain a stronger
Why a muscle in this tustle
All your hell is a kettle, burning 'cause I'm black
My realm is shillack, my floor's got a crack
Millonium, a strayed with the plutoneum, land mines I'm blowing 'em
Nuclear geranium I aiming at 'em, grenades I'm 'em
Walking my war field, you yield to my heal
to a lead vile, when your ill
I see the blood spill, needs the pill

Chorus: hell

In the of the world today
so easy us to stray away
Trying to our mind from all the drugs and crime
Material things us blind

razah]
This one is for my brothers and sisters, fathers and
Y'all money lovers, killing one
Some think the of a millionaire's the way to go
hoes through tunnels, streets, convertibles
Go out and they dough on weed, cars, gold
Expensive clothes, black owns
They pack chrome, kill where live at
Still got to go home, catch the from the macabees
For tracks from my honeycomb of the world
Got on they needs, shorties showing they privacy
For a bag of weed, she had a seed
And bit off the off the money tree
Can it be this world of simplicity, runs the city
Plus the slaves around me, like in king's county
Like lost in king's

Chorus: priest

In the ways of the world
It's so easy us to away
Trying to our mind from all the drugs and crime
Material things us blind