(The time has come now shake up the dust) (Until' it settles in the sand) Bounce Bounce (Get up 'n') Bounce (Wake up 'n') Bounce (Stand up 'n') Let
goes on Life goes on Life goes on Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn I got more style than Son Doobie's got horn Top o the morn, rise and shine
, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun I'ma get you none, accept challenge Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it Placed it, right up
Love is coming and it's calling out your name Lift up your face, lift up your face Salvation is calling, salvation is calling Lift up your face, lift up
seems to rain about every day And all the news seem kinda gray It's no illusion call it reality So I release more charge from my battery We can rise
day Rise towards the magic sword Hail be to all masters words [Chorus:] The quest of a king I'm lifted by the eye I see the light Rise higher with me
, I'm a damn fool, And G's can vouch that, up in the ghetto puttin' Cheese on a mouse trap, and one day I'm gonna rise, And come up, till then I'm dealin
muthafuckin' soldiers. (Master P.) Native of New Orleans. (Louisiana) All you TRU Soldiers. Give it up for Richmond California. (Puttin 'em on the map.) Put em up
your fire like it's Palm Sunday I fashion the first jewel from the elements, the earth fumes And built it to a complex, network of communications You're up
mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all
with this too Jerz The girl like, strong Isle they wild The girl like, Connecticut Yo they get them, they need to get more Shutouts up there, word up
Verse Three As far as family errybody gonna thru oldest brother locked up So is mine and ???? but we a choosen generation we gonna make it thru its fucked up
That one day she'll have a full-link mink, but hey They want somethin for nothin You gotta work, jerk, it's not that tough, and Wise up, rise up, and
muthafuckin' soldiers. (master p.) Native of new orleans. (louisiana) All you tru soldiers. Give it up for richmond, california. (puttin 'em on the map.) Put em up
be backwards) Now it really don't matter what state you're in One day the south's gonna rise again There's a Wall Street wonder boy sittin' up north
glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up, and Obie stood up
third eye vision, five side dimension The 8th Light, is gonna shine bright tonight It's the third eye vision, five side dimension Equalin up to eight