be the one You may try to break us down Can't you see we're here to stay Scores of them have tried before At our feet is where they lay It's our calling
'll be the one You may try to break us down can't you see we're here to stay Scores of them have tried before At our feet is where they lay It's our
and gentlemen Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188 Intro/Chorus: Onyx Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where
Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when niggaz get together they get mad cause they can't fade us Like my niggaz from South Central, Los Angeles They found that they
we made beats But fools just lay and prey on the weak It don't depend on the color of a rag Cause if you got what they want you know they gonna take what
had tried to calm you down Oh you'd pulled a gun and told them all to lay still on the ground Promising to hurt no one, providing they were still A young
how these animals eat that's how they talk bout us While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us Can I get a moment of SILENCE Cause they
, there?s no way to climb they wish they were birds and could fly fly to the other side There?s a message on the dark stone They discovered a massive
clumsy chef she spilled the beans on where they had gone Upstate Schenectady, Tamika answered the door It was the last person she expected to be They
top framin the game, use muscle for the hustle I zip duffle bags to muffle fags Scuffle my knuckles bad on niggaz that think that they runnin shit They
hunted, the colonizing and savages The only challenge is, did they bring enough to dirt to bury us? Be aware, I hunt with the god as a cerabus Where
of jasmine tea with Mandela Africans chantin me on like Coachella Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my Lord My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay Wishin they could
Complaining that their handcuffs are too tight Kicking on the cell till they cut out the lights It's like a curse Walk besides white women they start holding they
m sick and tired of muthafuckaz Keep on lookin' at me round here all strange and shit 'Cause I'm on the corner Shit they on the corner, they do what they
The first Noel the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay tending their sheep On a cold winter's night
's creation - all must see Heavens Hell God has fell Sound the knell Where time and space collide Mortals sit and watch the tide Of Angels crashing
angel's wings But for what? Afro Angel, born against the world You don't have to sell your soul and throw away your pride Afro Angel, sent from Heaven
how these animals eat that's how they talk 'bout us While they shed they joke and laugh puttin' a choke round us Can I get a moment of silence? 'Cause they
