Yeah One-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line How we get down wit da rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line This is how we get down
stabbing in the back I paid a visit to a man who was pretty crazy Cooled off in the shade, we were feelin' lazy Trouble starts coming , nothing can phase me When tomorrow
to get it together But some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow Some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow I know some of us ain't gonna see tomorrow Somebody tell
tote heat Things never gon' change I'm the number one stunna Nigga, Baby's the name I like cooking crack And watch how quick it come back [Stone] I rock a oyster-faced
democraty. * As pacifist we are too easily forced back into tokenism, Making hollow gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut. The line is delicate
around the world Seen the shape of things to come You begin to feel the damage From the crazy things we've done Now the lines are overdrawn ...see 'em bleedin' down your face
back . . . mm, so nice the shower . . . Don: I can't bear it. Phyllis: Especially, especially, especially if you . . . Don: Some people are really weird. Phyllis: Pull it on my back
pretty fine line as community paces (Whoa, can't you see their faces?) Stepping up to the edge daily different cases (Whoa, can't you see their faces
Someday, we will figure out The winds that swept across Chicago Knocked us face first to the ground We just got past the goal line And we are starting back
for you? Mama gonna put you back on the Vonville circus. [Velma Kelly] So now you're an agent too? [Mama Morton] Until you install private line in
you start The people in subways Look nearly half dazed to me Renting tomorrow, investing in sorrow No belief, yeah Faces in side streets Hiding like angels from grace Selling you sorrow, renting tomorrow
is promised tomorrow Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow
here 'round when the fog clears As we crept through the race, old friends would line the banks Cheering on as they played Screaming all the lovely names, then they'd start
sugery is about to start, a meteor hits a bus, the bus drives into a hotdog stand, a giant neon weiner flies into the power lines! The lights go off
knew all the right people, they took all the right pills They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavily bills. There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up Your knuckles, 'cause we can work. too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb Back at ya, thinkin
The weekend starts at seven We get forty-eight hours of fun For five days working on the line For five days Time to change the look on my face I?m waiting