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From When We Were Soundtrack

(Come on)
Root to the
More bass Bootsy Collins
You me
like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand and watch
Devil's out
Can't be timed with no watch
Who I am, the black
Zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
kingdoms from tsars
Winning more wars the Moors

Hey, the deal?
I the Devil spar with Allah
was the key to set my whole race free
You debate we, a refugee
No hurt me
Dying, thirsty the struggle
To my own bubble
On the low, woe is me
To show the Bob right
The righteous Asiatic
Satan rob light
Civilised like the
Burgundy, wildy
Seen the when Ali clocked him
John Forte will you locked in

People all
You got to and witness
The Mister who swift enough to you out with Mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics
Some say it's fright
Well throw the R after the F 'Cause I'm gonna take your breath
The rings and now it's just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my
You can see occupation (The winner)
Eh, you know we're from
L-Booie and the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw

[Lauryn
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin
Now we slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe make connects
True pyramid (yeah)
Replace the last name the X (X)
The man's got a God
But take the text and the picture
Watch Muhammad play the messenger like Holy scriptures
Take orders from God
Only war it's Jihad
See Ali appears in Zaire to reconnect 400
But we the people dark but equal give to such things
To the man who made the fam' when we were kings

on fire (Block's on fire tonight)
Fiends higher (uh-huh)
Robbing blue
(Hey yo we rob blue collars)
for a dollar (Stick 'em up)
Youths get (Ali ah yeah)
We're with them liars (Ali ah yeah)
(We're with too many liars)
From to Zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto (ah yeah come on)

me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning,
Send me in the morning, baby
Send me an in the morning, darling

Shaheed Muhammad]
Once the pen the pad it's danger
To this I be no
Step inside the and I'll derange you (Come on)
I'm hearing no
Everyone dispondent
Dejected, rejected to Liston
lists
Beat it,
My man is still the in this
To hell with Frazier yappin' about that shit
Now listen, you can try and if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you run to
Like Sade Abu you got a that I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming

We Amazing Grace over two dollar plate
One roll snake eyes like The Snake
Many put up for stakes
Wash our sins at the Great
You and I see eye to eye
So we cannot relate
I'm here when I make myself clear
You fled to Cape when I laced you in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the Rumble
boys from men in the concrete jungle

[Busta
I remember Cassius Clay flipped the script
Taking to Zimbabwe
Africans started the God Ali Bumbaye (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly (ha)
Blow make you feel like you was poison bitten
Ha yo I'm to blister you and your sister
Predicting every ass before my fights my nigga
This be your warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass the morning
finances provided by Joseph Mobutu
Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Tutu
We watched the Rumble In The
To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to and fumble
Nuff blows gettong thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance chromosones
With the force of a thousnad
When I bust your ass identify me as the victorious

Blocks on (You're a star)
(Blocks on fire)
Fiends higher (You're a star)
Robbing blue (You're a star)
(Yeah rob blue collars)
for a dollar (You're a star)
Youths get (You're a star)
(Youths tired)
We're dealing with liars (You're a star)
(We're with too many liars)
Brooklyn to Zaire (You're a star)
We need a Messiah