Текст песни A.L., Fre, Grafh, Invincible, Jane Doe, - Hip Hop for Respect EP
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Typed by: Nature2QBC@aol.com"1, 2, 3, 4" 10x[88 Keys]Yo, this is 88...This is for Amadou DialloRest in peace, you still here[Fre]Yo, I`m in a brownstone singin like BrownstoneBird`s eye view wit the bodegaKnow Omega like RakimThinkin about brother DialloI find it hard to swallowCuz 41 is a hard act to followWho is it, it can happen tomorrowGoes down all the time in some African communityThis one just hit closer to homeCuz it happen it in our backyardThis that *shit* bring us closer to homeThey ask "What you writin fo`? What you writin on that paper fo`?"Don`t ask me nuttin, just tell me How is safer got me safe, that`s why my raps sourMy peoples screamin "Black power!" and la razah From the Bronx, police bustin, it`s redemption time[J-Live]Now in the squad car, CPR`s supposed to be the mottoBut in they minds, they be like "Yo, I`ma do Diallo"I guess master`s noose was a bitter pill to swallowCuz nowadays, tips ain`t the only things that`s hollowConstitution, 41 more holes in itAnd cops swingin sticks like they tryin to win the pennantAnd stickin sticks places where they ashamed to admit itBut that`s the straw that broke the camel`s backTHEY GON` GET IT!! [Rubix]Possessed by a nervous twitch and itchy writin finger41 strokes through the barrel of pen for AmadouMore than a few of my personal friendsSince the beginning, it seems like it never endsThe story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it`s all goryThe Little Shop of City Hall HorrorsWho bakes infiltrate, agent, provocator mission statementAssassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly mandate[Chorus: Mos Def]We proceeded on a country roadHis mother`s eyes withered swollHer child was never comin homeSaid a prayer for his soulAs the coffin had closed, committed to the earth belowFirst seed she would sew, would be a tree never grownShade that was never knownWho controls the Terrordome, the member hearts made of stoneWho love only what they own[Invincible]Stay on your toes for a true bruise description Match blue suits, walkin round wit a stick and *edit*Ready to blast wit the wrath of a hollow tipAnd the fact is my task is a scholarshipI feel it in my chest cavitityThe only death`s apathy, so I change it for who`s next after meAnd that`s the fullest rewardKeep the face of the lost on my bulletin board[Wordsworth]Yo yo, it`s blue uniform, sirens, names, and badge numbersClubs, walkie-talkies, recipies for bad summersFrisked, pissed after I tuck in my stuffI really think they just like touchin my *nuts*What`s real stain they thoughtsSwear, but they won`t say it in courtAll they do is change the reportRiots, tryin to keep the crowd under controlThey even got shows, Cops, LAPD, Highway Patrol yo yo[A.L.]From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slaveBrainwash to kill each other, that`s the plague that they madeI search em like readin scripts that could save you todayWhite is right, black is wrong, that`s the label they gaveFryin in hell, applyin jails, they got you dyin in cellsTriple six in the mix, Levine to ?spell?Prepare for the worst, and try to hope for the bestI take a stare at the hearse, can we cope wit the stress?[Kofi Taha]I live in the land of punchesIllegal chokeholds and excessive gunshotsWhere there`s one millionaire for every billion empty potAnd Adolf Guily think we static but he`s in for a shockThey come wit automatics but we flip itUse the one, create the four glocks and while stocks get washedWhile school doors get locked and when jobs get blockedThe confi-dence get`s rock And when the welfares drop into the jails we stock nowAfter Amadou wrestlin wit freedom tacks my mind into a headlockBut *fuck* H&R, I`m a true catRefundin power back to our BlocksChorus[Tame One]Good life, you can bubble or struggleUse your brain muscle if you hustleDon`t let nobody touch youDon`t even trust the ones that trust youCuz the ones you showin love to might bustSeekin as a cancer, my man got shot by Haitians or Jamaicans? wit confrontations and school my mind`s racinI pride these sensations over this, now I`m hopin thisWe shine for, I never got a chance to rhyme forMy role models sold bottles and stole carsAnd when they got locked, I accepted all the phone callsThat`s when *niggas* was realBack before I had a dealBack when people called Villsburg HootervilleILL!!![Jane Doe]My mind wonders on melodic jamsAn exotic bird, caged wit the rage and the violence of my wordsThe same things I down I turn around and doThe white cops say *Fuck you* but I say *Fuck you too!*Truth be totally hypocritesAnd materialistic society, spirituality shunned orWhile young kinds get gunned onHibernatin in projects, which you project-ingThe pigs is crucifyin but Africans is resurrectin, Jane Doe[Grafh]Battacky, sends cops to come and catch meHe better send a runnin back to run and track meWhen I`m runnin through the back streetsThe rat teeth of beast lovin to black meEatin brothers like a picinic color cuz that`s sweetTo lock a man up in prison, the standard of livinThinkin they make a better bred of man Than the man when he went inRub up a man for sinninHandcuff his hands to the system, banned from his wisdomWit insanity in him, his mind roams wit like a cycloneDamagin victim, his eyes hold savage within himWrath wit the venom, poison his life No ointment to boisten the mightIf it`s on the left, walk to the rightUntil death, do your part do your lifeLike a boyfriend and wife, because the day times shorter than nightYou know?Chorus[88 Keys]Yo, black is fragile remember thatCherish everydayLive life to the fullest, aight?