The self-begotten deity) The steadfast Earth shuddered roaring fires ran over heavens in tears & howling embodied a female form: Mother of all beings
the cancer is They been doing this before Jesus of Nazareth And after all this time it is still deadly hazardous And Bush isn't really being all
for everyday, i mean breedas getting stabbed and mothers snorting off their prams ooohh ooohh ooohh So when the mic turns on its like im trapped in a song
... drowned. Actually, I had five brothers who died that way. No, I'm serious. My mother drowned one every year for five consecutive years. They were all named Padraic. So they all got one song
this shit was all about me-ah ("It's all about me..") Gave Alyssa Milano syphillis, mono and gonorrhea ("You're a dick!") And all three of my main girls
couldn't do it right Oh what a night Mystic demons fly All about the sk With memories of a clown The saddest show in town When I was seventeen Me mother
single person's karma and that in turn will change and upgrade all the ecology problems, all the polution and all the air and everything, you know? And
falling and I can't turn back [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern, was making a million Being
my lungs are gettin' lovely, Amsterdam a place called home, Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table, Sampled em all one by one I was able, They all
young at an old age And I know it's hard me being away for so long But I respect u so much for being so strong I remember U being pregnant going to school
you really don?t wanna give nothing. All you do is got me confused. I know that you wanna get poppin. And you know that I wanna get poppin. [Chorus] It?s all
poor little thing" All the while Nickee was curled up fast asleep Very peaceful in her invisible tree Eating mangos in a dream And so the search went on All
gon' be packed Pay me in advance and make sure that iti??s exact My ex girli??ll probably show up for the simple fact That tomorrow she can tell all of
Ancestors. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur. We make this movement towards freedom for all those who have been oppressed, and all
was squeezing Now when im all alone I be thinking im against all odds Hoping that god will show me the evens But im sick of being poor through the seasons
brother's doing bad on my mother's TV Says she watches too much, it?s just not healthy ?All My Children? in the daytime, ?Dallas? at night Can't even
and she moves like song Feet with corns, hand with callouses But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly And it attract a lot of energy even negative
