歌曲 | Godz People |
歌手 | Prodigal Sunn |
专辑 | The Return of the Prodigal Sunn |
作曲 : Cuffie, Jamal, Joyner, Mayers | |
(Intro: 60 Second Assassin) | |
Chill, man, chill, g! | |
See you don't know what's going on, man | |
I see right now, you don't know what's happening | |
There it go, there it go | |
(Chorus 2X: 60 Second Assassin) | |
Our common enemy, commonly known, check the rules | |
(What - type - of man) | |
The only difference between them, is me and you | |
(Tell - the - truth) | |
It be the tricks the devil pull, you don't exist | |
(This - is - scam) | |
So don't expect no help from them, Godz People | |
(No - one's - do) | |
(Interlude: 60 Second Assassin) | |
A black man's vote means nothing today | |
By any and all means necessery | |
They done turned it around on us | |
And left us poor folks behind | |
And want us to swallow up the legislature | |
And your paper, where I don't think that the truth | |
Can satisfy the human race | |
I said it before and I'll say it again | |
The Devil has scored a point on God's court | |
It's at the top of the 9th inning | |
And our people must step up to home plate | |
I need a team, I need a team | |
To move with one mind | |
I need a team, to move with one body | |
One soul, I need a team, I need a team | |
(Armel) | |
What else can be said? I'm first to admit | |
My people's fucking hard head, and soon to be dead | |
I brings to my eyes to see a young black man die | |
And don't know why (It's a shame) | |
Who's to blame, the player or the game? | |
If things don't change (we all lose) | |
You can lead the horse to water, but you can't make him drink | |
So why you actin' like (shit don't stink) | |
(Sharecka) | |
Ain't no comparison' to what we do | |
Weed, enough bread and from the struggle, scuff bumps | |
And rumbles, poverty and hunger | |
Sodomy, child abuse, if adults don't teach the youth | |
Then what's the use? This ain't got | |
Nothing to do with sales, it's the truth | |
And the message from me to you, hoping it'll see you through | |
They should build and be the rule, and droppin' jewels a must | |
Ain't no justice, it's 'just us' | |
Government fuckin' business up | |
Yeah, y'all fed up, get a dick to suck | |
If my niggaz fall down, I'mma pick 'em up | |
First move, foundation, what? | |
(Prodigal Sunn) | |
Yeah, I keeps it straight up 12 O'Clock, since back in the days | |
Macks and trades, and roam away from the PJ such | |
Where it take checks, no tolerance for disrespect | |
Face mask, noodies woodies, berettas and techs | |
Young cats up in the discotecque, chin check vets | |
Triple threat, through the system they fret | |
Through Knowledge, Wisdom, overstand, collect | |
Mad respect to my fams, all my mans, all the world that I met | |
Now I'm a grown man, movin' with the plans of a winner | |
Fightin' with the snakes, realest tenors | |
Killin' for the thriller with thinner | |
Brick face, on the hunt for dinner | |
We set it on, contenders pretenders | |
Beginners trynna stop the agenda | |
Heavy hitters on the grind, like Brenda's | |
Go hard to the grain, baby, never surrender | |
Play the scene like black marbles | |
Never will I follow a man, due to my self | |
Rather train, bus, dollar van (what type of man) | |
(Chorus to end) |
zuò qǔ : Cuffie, Jamal, Joyner, Mayers | |
Intro: 60 Second Assassin | |
Chill, man, chill, g! | |
See you don' t know what' s going on, man | |
I see right now, you don' t know what' s happening | |
There it go, there it go | |
Chorus 2X: 60 Second Assassin | |
Our common enemy, commonly known, check the rules | |
What type of man | |
The only difference between them, is me and you | |
Tell the truth | |
It be the tricks the devil pull, you don' t exist | |
This is scam | |
So don' t expect no help from them, Godz People | |
No one' s do | |
Interlude: 60 Second Assassin | |
A black man' s vote means nothing today | |
By any and all means necessery | |
They done turned it around on us | |
And left us poor folks behind | |
And want us to swallow up the legislature | |
And your paper, where I don' t think that the truth | |
Can satisfy the human race | |
I said it before and I' ll say it again | |
The Devil has scored a point on God' s court | |
It' s at the top of the 9th inning | |
And our people must step up to home plate | |
I need a team, I need a team | |
To move with one mind | |
I need a team, to move with one body | |
One soul, I need a team, I need a team | |
Armel | |
What else can be said? I' m first to admit | |
My people' s fucking hard head, and soon to be dead | |
I brings to my eyes to see a young black man die | |
And don' t know why It' s a shame | |
Who' s to blame, the player or the game? | |
If things don' t change we all lose | |
You can lead the horse to water, but you can' t make him drink | |
So why you actin' like shit don' t stink | |
Sharecka | |
Ain' t no comparison' to what we do | |
Weed, enough bread and from the struggle, scuff bumps | |
And rumbles, poverty and hunger | |
Sodomy, child abuse, if adults don' t teach the youth | |
Then what' s the use? This ain' t got | |
Nothing to do with sales, it' s the truth | |
And the message from me to you, hoping it' ll see you through | |
They should build and be the rule, and droppin' jewels a must | |
Ain' t no justice, it' s ' just us' | |
Government fuckin' business up | |
Yeah, y' all fed up, get a dick to suck | |
If my niggaz fall down, I' mma pick ' em up | |
First move, foundation, what? | |
Prodigal Sunn | |
Yeah, I keeps it straight up 12 O' Clock, since back in the days | |
Macks and trades, and roam away from the PJ such | |
Where it take checks, no tolerance for disrespect | |
Face mask, noodies woodies, berettas and techs | |
Young cats up in the discotecque, chin check vets | |
Triple threat, through the system they fret | |
Through Knowledge, Wisdom, overstand, collect | |
Mad respect to my fams, all my mans, all the world that I met | |
Now I' m a grown man, movin' with the plans of a winner | |
Fightin' with the snakes, realest tenors | |
Killin' for the thriller with thinner | |
Brick face, on the hunt for dinner | |
We set it on, contenders pretenders | |
Beginners trynna stop the agenda | |
Heavy hitters on the grind, like Brenda' s | |
Go hard to the grain, baby, never surrender | |
Play the scene like black marbles | |
Never will I follow a man, due to my self | |
Rather train, bus, dollar van what type of man | |
Chorus to end |