Long time ago We found this place Thousands of years We crossed the interstellar space World after world Sowing the seeds Another planet For a new genetic
the way. Fall into void. We stopped listening. Followed our nature. Bound by hatred our lives grow torn. Finding new ways to betray. Claiming the weak. Boundaries crossed
(s macdonald) I've an appointment today with a cultural slave to the snakepit called the music biz So I'm hanging around just to meet this clown who lies
we're all brothers Not 'cause things are the same Because we lack the same color And that's green, now that's mean Can't burn his cross 'cause he can
) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) And ya say Chi-City (We don't stop, naw, we don't quit) I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga, cross
Kingston] I'm from a world of different colors different faces Different slang different races different gangs different places Air Ones different laces Different culture
Every itty bitty square diamond of jiggy They givin ? ? , up to woodsy Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats They cross
Say I'm on the little tight Tell me I go looking for trouble That I'm always ready for a fight Well I'm just an easy going guy Not crossing
And walk in my shoes, come and try it, be defiant, we put The heart of a lion, see if you like it, you livin' your life culturally bias 'Cuz the ghettos
based on the life I was given like them white boys; +Losing My Religion+ I used to be a christian and a political pawn the bible is right and all your native culture
air You wanna dare to test me ? I'm tha Infamous nightmare I wanna break some laws I practice secret forms of voodoo culture Dead flesh culture
Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin' I ain't gotta say it You don't cross me, I don't cross
Yersinia Pestis we've created To our whims bacterial genomes we've mutated A virulent plague coming of age A petri dish culture carefully bred Until all
beside me, baby That's an order Give me crack and anal sex Take the only tree that's left And stuff it up the hole In your culture Give me back the
your astrologist to knowledge this a physiologist couldn't even figure out the exoticness raps demolishing certified the way I style it my wordplay blaze with the rays of ultraviolence my culture
' He sucks your bucks, so his pockets fatten He's got some guts, he pimp-struts up to Staten Island, I be chillin' in Long Island, Long Beach Hippin' Gods to they culture
it crunk till the sun come up We like, go an' get it homy, go, go an' get it homy The streets quietly anticipate a new fate To a culture that they used
Don't go mass you'll go to Hell We'll all be there it'll be swell Pulling your lives With such lies Weak don't survive We're being sucked up Into the vacuum culture