Traducción: Justiça. No Idea.
money awaits me, if my numbers appeared [CHORUS:] Who's the man behind the mask? Who put the poison in the flask? Who you gonna call? A man like me? No idea, no idea
totally disconnected with reality, don't believe in dreams since when did black men become kings? [The-Dream] You have no idea the means to what I say and you have no idea
, your face, his face Can't go on with this shit Running out of time, Got no time to lose Here I'm standing, got no ideas The truth, they say, will
night Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around Number one contender for the middle-weight crown Had no idea
figure time runs out very fast. We used to want the same things, yeah, but that's all in the past. Lately it seems as it all gets tougher, your idea of justice
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea
Start from the beginning and tell me your tale again how you stand for justice you stand for rightness and though we stand tall we'd all have done the
tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
America thinks more oil for us Take over, set up a public government, Arabs ain't bearing it So the same freedom fighters, George W. call 'em terrorists Poetic justice
our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed And still be writing rhymes and broke You rather have a Lexus? Or justice? A dream or some substance
back the beats it don't reflect On how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock and roll Whether your project's put on hold in the real world These just people with ideas
create together. I still know every politician is a fucking monster. Culture kills bureaucrats and all other undesirables. History said we died for freedom but today no justice
Justice for the enslaved Our minds are showered by ideas projected Our lives are material, lived through misguided obsessions Your thoughts and feelings
What happened to all the great leaders The ideals that they believed They have all died and perished With ideas that they conceived What happened to
Sticky situation in fact Trying not to let the feelings catch But there's a thin line between both of ya'll So you respect that And entertain an idea
situation in fact, tryin' not to let the feelin's catch But there's a thin line between both of y'all so you respect that And entertain the idea, but
