Whoah, ohh It's a long, long A time coming A gon' come
Yo, yo these streets got me down, how can I escape? How can I without bubblin' weight? prepared for the stand off, once you hand off That white rock, and give birth to a knot
biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of But at the time, niggaz on the block is ill Some'll you to sleep, hap, for selling cross pills
Being all day like enemy's prey Faces, you never before is in your hallway Brothers you for years is mad pussy and scared Back in the days U.F.O.'s couldn't walk up in time to motor, travel like a foul order Clear my head, sober, the soul controller
Oahh, it's been a long, A long time A gon' come Oh, yes it
Said, I'm too, of livin' But I'm, but I'm to die 'Cause I don't know up there In that big ol' sky
Sink into the fog, big buffalo large Taj Mahal got banged, shanked for eighty dollars It's hard to up, with these key-ons, that smoke dust In the U.S. mint they want to rock the place and the rush
All these shameless niggaz armed with Bally's On the twenty-fifth, everybody rich is married Killed for power beans, your own schools in Medina Vaseline is cracked cause they all had dreams
They overdue, these Gods own a mosque in Tropical trees and weaves where they bamboo Olympic quick flash like a leak on A shares short to own Nissan, watch em get they feast on
Royal blue inside the eyes of heaven Curse the head, who speak foul and jinx seven (Seven) Clear my head and stay sober, the controller (Stay sober, the controller)
Oahh, a long time comin' Oh, A change gon' Woooaahh, yes it
Yo, yo, we sit and play the wall like super heroes Late for the man choose and hit socks and The kid's nice, warnin' you twice, run garments Jet to Providence, switch up and back down Parliament
Ironman is laced with a inside the dome piece Go off in airports, biographies, me set it, real key-ons hold down the desert And walk with a famous like Supreme Magnetic
Carbon copy, I love my car, it's near Melachi off the funky pain with the wax on instrumentals Niggaz get lost S.S. Minnows Turned out like rentals, keep around the denim
A gon' come, yes it will It's a long, long A time coming A change gon'
Woo, yes it will, said, I'm so of living But I'm, but I'm to die I don't know what's up there In great, big ol' sky Oh my, oh my, oh my
been a long, long time A long time gonna come Woo, yes, it
boys All the stitches in the world sew me together again Lay down, lay Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez home On Hun and ninth Always I'd make a stop there
But a lot than a whole gang of people thought of the Mohicans, well, maybe not the last Can't come with me on this trip, Gettin' the now
Last call for drinks, bar's down Sun's out, where we for breakfast? Don't wanna go far, rough Tired, baby,
Greatest trick the devil pulled Was convincing the he didn't exist And like that, gone