it's been since the start of time It's in the blood It's in the blood It's in the blood It's in the blood It's in the blood all about the family It'
IN WAR Fire constantly burn...IN WAR RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED! [Marcus Garvey dialogue 2] If you cannot do it, if you are not prepared to do it
your head to the beat never say maybe life's gonna get you to be or not to be my blood's got salt of the mediterranean sea good to make tears good
move your head to the beat never say maybe life's gonna get you to be or not to be my blood's got salt of the mediterranean sea good to make tears good
Where? London. London? London. London? Yes, London! You know: fish, chips cup o' tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London. Whoo Kid
funky And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool For we are beyond the stereotypes Co-ordination crazy, but still it sounds hype Rocking off and on beat
admiring the seen, inhaling fumes of flowers that breathe. jet lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep although my blood shot whites and iris's they
can't see no love Days,Months years. Blood,sweat,tears I walk the streets of london facing my fears Everyday's like truth or dare,so spin that bottle beacuse if it
and cutler piece It's lonely at the top but you can't fuckin' beat the luxury Standin' at a hundred feet, this is the Disc-Overy Tinie is the name, disturbin' London
to ashes Ain't one of the parties you been crashin' Bring the beat an' I'ma slash it My niggaz make sure the doors have been barricaded It's about to
't Sean John or Lugged out This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black So where my
factories still churning out Of that there's not a single doubt There's more snide shit from their flea pits They couldn't give a fucking shit. It's true
WAR, fire constantly burn...IN WAR/ RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED. Garvey: if you cannot do it, if you are not prepared to do it...then you
that ya nose dripping So much blood on the floor, you might as well be pretending to be mudwrestling a dozen bitches PMSing Sounds kinda tempting, doesn't it? Dissing me wasn't really worth it, was it
feel the blood rush, baby Tied up too tight And tell me can you feel it Feel the city breathing Feel its beating heart No superstition Just cold ambition It's
best but she?s pleased to see you With love, God Bless, we lay her body to rest Now it all there started with Daddy?s alcoholic Lightweight, drink it
of being saved, but the radio ham's out giving blood - no, no, no, he's not listening. The cricketer knows his "Wisden", the pilot has got his "Jane's
there's a full moon over London Town I think I was away the day When you said you were too smart to play And you'd only beat me anyway It's funny how
