Carter on the bass Yes my man Ron Carter is on the bass Now check it out Born into the 91 decade You gotta say the quest is on And goddamn it, yes the
My sincere addiction imbalance stems From a vintage grimace slap to the mug of Ancestral branch camped on the vessels Yes and I abide, the laws of the hidden desert survived
When we raise up the one, yes, poppa he guide you Standing right beside you, in the midst of the storm Baby, I ride with you, never die, not in spirit
last forever Wish I could turn the page and move on (And move on) Been longing for the days when you used to sit here talkin' (All through the night) Trynna keep my spirits
square soaking my vein, infolding my stare Yes, they are goading me... as if shame will survive me An old woman's knees kissing the tiles spirits lie
're alive And I'll give my heart to survive This world has nothing to offer a human soul Reaching for the sky So father of light Keep my human spirit
Rob are you there? Yes, I'm just listening to the both of you It's so easy to say, but not so easy to do Yes but if you stand the truth it will free
In the Spirit of God In the Spirit of the Ancestors In the Spirit of the Black Panthers In the Spirit of Assata Shakur We make this movement towards freedom
know it will, yes So we cheated and we lied And we tested And we never failed to fail It was the easiest thing to do You will survive being bested Somebody
pearl We must sing her creation song Jeune du monde Invoke the spirits that feed us This dreaming takes too long But I'm not bitter, no, I'm surviving
We Ride Or Die And Roll With The Bitches That Got They Body Right These Niggas Ain`t Built Ain`t Got The Body Type Time To Break A Nigga`s Spirit Like
you ride the horse without a hoof. It is shaken, not stirred, cocktails on the roof When you eat right through it you see everything alive It is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive
only way I try and vote (Do you freestyle?) Yup, but you can't hear it till you pay me Up the dough, there you go, that's the spirit Me do your beats
living a normal live, but normality's not standardised. Though the body gets ever more root-bound the spirit won't be denied Yes, the spirit survives
, um Who are you to tell me That I can't go on without And why you telling me I'm never gonna survive Um, but once upon a time Yes, I believed that
get you I'll roll with you tonight All those things inside your head You've got to get it right And the band played on Yes, the band played on Spirits
from homes, take the cutest turn 'em into trolls and gnomes So far fetched, so far gone The very same blood through them and Grits of course it's And since we share a spirit
Yeah... uh, C. West We do this, Joe Budden Yeah, young Chris, what, what? Yeah, uh [Young Chris:] To the heart of North Philadelph, pour my spirit and