angry for man? Why you always so upset? ' I tell 'em ' Shit, theres a thin line between anger and hunger my man And I ride a unicycle down the middle
'm) pityin'the life the life you gave the propaganda zombifies to stuff your head with hateful lies ; violence really keeps the peace all across the middle
be held (In the middle of the air) They got the word (They got the word) I say yes to Jesus (They got the word) That I'll meet them In that city (Built
they overrun the defences A minor invasion put down to expenses Will you go down to the airport lounge Will you accept your second class status A nation
ya'll feeling me Been livin' up in a material world Ya'll killing me, ya'll killing me Really, really, act so silly Til he hit 'em in the middle of
, Let's have a war, Blame it on the middle-class, Let's have a war, We're like rats in a cage It already started in the city, Suburbia will be just as
me, the God of Israel and my Son who you impaled. The Citys been lost t'was a city of pride and the kings of that nation they badly lied made the
, just cut him like an avocado Share the bread and wine like the Passover Better luck than a four leaf clover C.L. Smooth'll kick a groove to a nation
the destruction that I reveal like revelations Drop Jews like parables That can't be seen with the eye like constellations You're lost in the nation
, keep on rappin' Even at seventy-five, I'll still be able to work my magic Be the, Willy Nelson of the next generation A rising legacy shinin' across every nation
never gives us any trouble There's a riot down in Shelton Only minutes after Brixton But this city never made it on the telly Or the rumble of the nations
machine never gives us any trouble. There's a riot down in Shelton Only minutes after Brixton but this city never made it on the telly Or the rumble of the nations
-1 Ride around in a truck six deep everybody tote heat everybody blow tree uhh Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese In my city
looking around And all y'all niggaz ain't think we get this roll fuck what you heard and believe what you saw It's a nation thugs ready to flip out with
think fast on your feet On the Jersey City streets Part of the city's been ruined by gentrification Other parts are off limits cause it's a gangland's nation
leave the comforts of our house to show a die'n world a god they'll probably never read about. The great commission says make disciples of all nations. Have we even made them in our own nation
Starvation is the creation of the devil, a rebel I'm bringin' food to the people like a widow bringin' flowers to a grave in the middle of the city isolation