Chorus Come with me to the higher grounds my friend And see the evils of man And if you don't like what you see my friend Then let me explain The mind
Chorus Watcha gonna do when it's too late (You go for fame but the streets speak my name) Oh Watcha gonna do when it's too late (Forgettin' your roots
featuring Dave Childs *LANDSLYDE* Ammo check one triple to the barrel gun Loading the ammo now ready and done Pull the trigger glack glack ain't a mic
Break 1 Take it down when I'ma take it down Cause when I'am rock up on the mic to the break of dawn Something's on, Somethings on and I mean it goes on
Makkeleke ni edhuthu sole tamilla 4* Boogie on boogie on boogie on down 4 * *YOGI B* Suriyen sele nalai thedi mele Sinthenai kadelil kelvi alaigal varum
*LANDSLYDE* It's hard to start knowing you have gone already I'm sorry daddy coz there will never be A chance for me to apologise for your agony And no
So we'll just be The greatest couple that never were And I won't think We stand a chance if we never did If you've never been mine Then I guess I can
You've got something that you want to hold over my head Try to keep me in line for something wrong I said Doing anything you can to try to keep me down
(feat. Talib Kweli) [Chorus: Black Thought {Talib Kweli}] A'yo when I say pump that, y'all say shit up Pump that! {Shit up} Pump that! {Shit up} When
I think I might be in love Swagger so tight That we fit like a glove Let me whistle how you work it (work it) Let me clap for you Cause girl you deserve
Well now early one day I was on my way To my favorite fishin' hole I was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze My baits a' runnin a little
Ammunition is for the weak Those who speak what their masters spoke And all of your pride you can surely keep Full of pride though completely broke Sweet
[Verse 1] Live from the working class trash bin Where I'm surrounded by tax payers and soon-to-be has-beens Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense
[Verse 1:] I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys It's not at ease, bless niggas like they gotta sneeze Connect blessed me with a lot of trees Now
What's in fucking side of me? There's a monster in your stomach, they hi-jacked your cryotube, and sold you to him. Then put an alien in you, in a few
I know these roads Each ridge And narrow bridge Each cheveron Enticing me on Each warning sign I take in my stride I don't need more ammunition
Blame it on what you've been though Blame it on what you're into Blame it on your religions Blame it on politicians We've been blowing up We're the issue
SOUND (sound) BOMBING (bombing) [Light faded voice of Black Thought] Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo For all y'all folks who were hopin and