by Seven Nations) All you people Won't you come into the right There's no need to fight anymore today All you people All you people It seems too
Traduction: Sept Nations. Toutes les personnes que vous.
you plan to be rich There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your
growing up with mental disabilities When all this time you could've made a difference but you decided to roll with the party Are you kidding me Cuz all we ask from you
My man Rodney King and the Reginald ?Deeney? You could look for justice but I bet you won't find any Because people getting beatin, news keep repeatin
suedes from afar Pah But hold up do you know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it
nation of the Nubians We bout to place you in that +3 Feet+ of stew again I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones' perm I gotta +Hey Love+ all the honies
that you are enduring patiently and bearing out for my namesake And you have not grown weary But I have this against you That you have abandoned the love you
is watchin Tuck guns in trunks cause real G's is boxin Ain't no other options if you stand on your own two And if you came to battle you can stand in
feed our nations Appetite for waste, I see it everywhere I feel like throwing a flag of protest in Tienanmen Square We need to care for mother earth and all
two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon And you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me You think illuminati's just a fuckin conspiracy
farmer, plantin words, people are seeds My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees May the children come in all colors, change like leaves but hold before you
The whole world shall see ya The lion pon the throne whey ah loose the seven sea whoa ah woy Then shall the people shall rejoice and all war afi cease
me Black woman you ah come lay down pon You get your disposition inna the wrong section, you deh fight fi bring information White Man you kill the Chinee Man you
Demoniacs of all colors crippers and blooders Arian brothers die If you fuck with any of us God lovers A southern wind hit the Midwest my mother cringed cause her vocalist Keep fuckin' with white national
Dirty Bastard] What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osirus of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker It's like this ninety-seven
