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Well I got things to do/ and people got things to say.
Said I got work to do/ and the people find time to play.
Babylon system is stuck in a slow modem/
why yall persisting to fuck with the promoe when. No rapper that rise against me shall ever prosper/
rhymes written in the bible, revolutionary rasta. Take an eye for an eye and a toth for a tooth/
I tell a lie for a lie and a truth for a truth. I spit a line after line over loop after loop/
to make your mind intertwine with brain food at the root. Cus we all gotta eat but I ain t sellin my soul/
cus man can t live by them belly alone. I m hard to reach trust no cellular phones/
cus the government agents wanna follow we round. Electronic transmittors picked up by satelites/
I m writing rhymes in a room lit up by candle lights. And I m spittin... in the wind, of changin times/
in the name of unchaining minds... so

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All of a sudden when you sick/ off all of that government music.
Just call and I ll come with that new shit/ just call if you love revolutions.
Call on this sub level nuisance/ ball you could bloody well lose it.
Come on call if you run with a crew which/ is armed with a gun and a full clip.

Pointed at the business give me points and tour support/
and creative control or end up in the war report. Us against them David versus Goliath/
I m bustin at them aim at jerks with cold fire. Old pirates rob I of my songs of freedom/
songs that we ve done Promoe comes from Sweden. Needn t no further introduction/
in a world of wack music my shit serve as interruptions short breaks from a reality that s really unreal/
where record companies want you to sign a dumb deal. Then they re swallowing your following like a bottle in a fridge/
they suck you dry and leave your body in a ditch. They steal your golden days then when you re old and grey/
they done found new blood to mold and clay. And if you re bold and play make sure you read the terms/
a life long contract till you feed the worms... but,

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Yo you can call me on the 1-800 hotline/
listen closely go out and cop mine. Or you the type to drop dimes and call the cops? fine/
bring your glocks, nines ain t nothing can stop mine. Though life is one big road with alot of stop signs/
and I carry a big load as long as I rock rhymes. I do not mind, the bullshit: behind/
love will conquer all evil. It s easier for Heavy D to enter through the eye of a needle/
than for the government to be buying my people. Your smile is deceitful, plastic, colgate white/
get it smashed if your flow ain t tight. Now if that happen to me I d spit blood on the tracks/
till it s cluttered with facts and women cuddle the wax. Love to the max physical and spiritual/
natural, lyrical miracle... yo,

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Well I got things to do/ and people got things to say
Said I got work to do/ and the people find time to play...

Tekst :

Chorus:
Now this is just a likkle supm supm
To let you know I got supm comin
And let you know I m still up and runnin
And let you know that the fire still burning
Just a likkle supm supm
For all my rough riders to bump this summer
All my graff writers who bomb till sun up
And all my ladies let me see you push your hand up
Ram up...

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dancehall, roll call, stand tall, don t fall
Party people get duttier than Sean Paul
Back that ass up - fuck that, mash up
For all my people that never pull their pants up
Get your shirts off, I m a kick a verse off
Something out of this world that you ain t never heard so:
Organize and harmonize
all my people rise so that we can live nice

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And get just a likkle supm supm
We need a little food and a lots of lovin
We need a little roof and some pots and oven
We need to tell the truth cus the future s comin

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Right around the bend I count 9 times out of 10
with the right amount of strenght pure righteousness will win
this stumblin problem - struggle in Babylon - government s carry on
crumblin happenin : front of our eyes like:
RIGHT ABOUT NOW, Bombs over Bagdad
The White House wipe out, this is what the fight s

bout:

U.S. - No oil - Tjicka tjicka - Lights out
People act blind run around with their eyes out
Heads off - screws loose, let s off deuce deuce
Shotgun blast body swell up like cous cous
Love me good hotties from Bollywood
Incredible honeys in edible undies, but is he good?
Easy pops, the ZZ Top of hiphop
has returned with another hit hot
till death makin ladies pull a little closer
Just like they supposed to

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Baby give me just a likkle supm supm
You know we got so many little things in common
You know I love it how you always keep me comin
Back for more of the sweetest lovin

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When there s a war going on outside no man is safe from
We can run but we can t hide forever from
George Bush & Tony Blair, IMF, the worldbank whos only care
is to hold this here gold in their
greedy little hands, somebody tell me why won t they

share & give us just a likkle supm supm
We need some new leaders cus these ones be frontin

They got hidden agendas ulterior motives
They be spittin the venom & gettin the voters
They got devils within em that s givin the orders
We need a new beginning and a new world disorder!

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I m here to give a voice to all the blurred faces
the ones who vandalise and disturb neighbours
The ones who go to court and get to legal aid
have no right in society but to keep the evil paid
The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines
and make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains
The ones whose history ya ll want to erase
no history s no future, despair in their face
The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops
like my boys got victims of boycotts
you claim they re not political but too me
the whole art form questions private property
A political crime of passion
this one is to my train bombing, train trashing...

Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on
fighting for freedom, writing for freedom

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I represent the spray paint artist
I can feel your pain and hardships
I know you re workin the grave yard shift
so you can keep that train yard hit
And though society hate our shit
and love feh build their great star ships
I know as long as your brave heart ticks
It s on your side the creators sits

You re never home sleepin always out peepin the yard
you doin whole cars with no guards
If 5-0 show up do throw ups on po-po s car
you blow up the precinct if they put you behind bars
You re smart, no heart for a system that hates you
you praise true masters like Seen and Phase 2
You amaze crews and do a one man whole train
that ll bring fame to your name like John Coltrane
Disregard cold rain and bad weather you d better
practice your letters cus you gotta get it better
Yo yo get up get out and do something
you can t sleep cus you wanna become king of bombing
Equipped with bomb ink and the most fat caps
and a walkman with Promoes fat rap

Who can tell you what you can do and can not?
Who can beat you down, smash your face and put on hand cuffs?
Who built the cage and who makes sure you stay in it?
Who can break the law, break your jaw and get away with it?
Who sets up trails when calling you a liar?
Who is out spying preparing train yards with barbed wire?
Who represent the evil with no regret?
Who forget about the people and what punishment we get?
but yo Who is out jumping electric fences?
Who is throwing rocks at hidden camera lenses?
Who is getting raw shitty to get up all city?
who is writing graffiti but never admit that they did it?
Who is discriminated and not told the truth?
Who s affiliated to killers according to the news?
Who goes by the names of Suer, Swob and Jesis
Kaos, Side, Heis, Cake and Obey? Who is on the frontline fighting sodomite?
ey yo I gotta say peace to my peeps and all of my...
Freedom fighters in the streets...

Chorus

To all my freedom fighters let me see them lighters
if you re fed up with security guards who beat up writers
Fed up with seeing your pieces get buffed
police that s corrupt and leaders that bluff
Fed up with a unjust system
we gotta teach our young ones cuss the system
If you re fed up with the gun busts, cuffs and prisons
then let me see you pump pump up your fist son
Listen, you hear the freedom chimes? playin at the speed of rhyme
tellin you to free your mind
Graffiti is a freedom crime, beautiful and revolutionary
suitable for revolutionaries
On that road seldom travelled by the multitude
remember this when the cops come to fuck with you...

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It was a good time for
all creatures of the earth,
but fate decreed that the dark
prophecy of a demonknight
could bring a tragic end to this peace
scarring their lives forever!
Only one person could cross the
Darklands surrounding Hargor

Mroźnym rankiem Cię ujrzałam

Mroźnym rankiem cię ujrzałam jedyny,
gdyś na szybie się srebrem malował
prosto w słońce wybiegłam twej zimy
boś mnie wziął i zaczarował.
Z płatków szronu przyszłość wróżyłam,
na śnieżystej łące się kochałam
i rozpalał kuty w lodzie płomień
gdy nareszcie, na zawsze cię miałam.

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Pimps, thugz, hustlaz & gangstaz

(Chorus)
If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoes
If you a thug, you better get ready for war
If you a hustla, make your dough
If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

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Ordinary people

[Chorus:]
I m just ordinary people
Who found extraordinary love
Sometimes it s hard to believe
That God keeps loving me so much

There are so many people I look up to
Used to tell them I wanna be just
Like you
Then God took ordinary me