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Little Brother
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Sirens
作詞:Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Jr., Ramon Ibanga, Thomas Louis Jones Iii
Are we back on? Let's go (One, two, three, four) Yo, yo, back in it, back in it
The one thing that the black audience realized Is when the tower fell, there were some changes There was a change in societies, where, where
All of a sudden they went from being Somewhat of the people still having a say To now it's whatever the masses do So there's not even really a choice That a black audience is being given
They talk about us not using the word nigga I wanna speak about a couple issues much bigger Like most black folks live below the poverty line And they wonder why the fuck we attracted to crime
Got niggas shooting niggas at the drop of a dime Babies in the street die way before they time Many single parent mothers packing welfare lines And niggas being donors, the apocalypse is on us
Niggas take owners, that's all I ever asked And got pegged as a hater, man they trying to take niggas Out with the fader, started with three Down to two-six later, back independent
'Cause to kids I wouldn't cater Go against the system you in bed with Al-Qaeda Dog they not playing Look here, they going to war with more than rap This our muh'fuckin lives now it's time to fight back 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
They're coming closer for you They're gonna get you while you sleep, watch out, don't sleep, beware They're coming closer for you And they won't stop 'til you delete, watch out, don't sleep, beware
Yes sir, one time, uh, uh, yo I came back from NY, a nigga lost his deal Felt sick to the stomach, almost lost his meal Lost friends from way back and on top of all that They tryin to blame this rap shit for all of our ills
Like I can stick you up with a mic Like I can rape you with a verse or use a verb as a knife Like before Kool Herc, everything was alright Like y'all wasn't callin black women hoes befo' Rappers Delight
Shit, that's just idiot talk, this whole shit is a farce I refuse to be hip-hop's pallbearer Had to tell me son cut that bullshit off Them ain't videos nigga, that's psychological warfare
Too many different variations of the same face Designed to keep yo' broke ass in the same place Something else more yo' it got's to be for I'm a end transmission cause they watching me I know they watching me
Yeah, do not attempt to adjust your station There is nothing wrong, for we have taking over Come to give y'all the truth Phonte, Big Pooh, Illmind on the beat It's time to wake 'em the fuck up yo, yeah
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