k- e-d But how you sell soul to a Souless people who sold their soul? I guess we all got stole on By some of the same cats That sold ya soul out Dj
But i aint pimped by no negro Backed by some Cracka wit His ass by the door Therefore I can never be poor Cause my mind , body, and soul Cannot be sold
that?s right We?re Public Enemy, number one in New York Public Enemy, number one in Philly Public Enemy, number one in D.C. Public Enemy, number one in Cleveland, Ohio All sold
years and black again Some of them same cats Help usher in gangster rap Damn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts. Praised the gangsta Just because it sold
[verse 1] Welcome home to the terrordome Land of the forbidden Cause that man be sinnen And his hand be hidden To rule the planet He planned from the
The best things in life are free But you can keep 'em for the birds and bees Money, that's what I want, that's what I want Ooh babe yeah that's what I
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker Wise man, madman, taxman, please How can I know
God is great, God is good He guards your neighborhood Though it's generally understood Not quite the way you would You try to take the slack Stay awake
Stack o' money in my left hand Yes, I've got a stack o' money in my right hand Yes, you know I got the money cos' I played the right games Gonna shoot
Dream: I fell in love with a real heart breaker Girl: I'm so sorry Dream: And there's nothing I can do to shake her [oh ohhh ei ei ei ei ei] Girl
My boy, I say you're unaware of Things that I am unaware of The things they say behind one's back That you suspect but aren't quite sure of Don't say
Yeah, see the milk is in the fridge And it's turning into cheese If I'm so smart, how come I ain't rich? No one knows and no one sees My moral compass
[Pit Passarell - Felipe Machado - Yves Passarell - Cassio Audi] Sunlight into the end and dark breed a new day Now we'll prepare our lives to keep eager
I remember when I was a barefooted boy Climbing in a sycamore tree But now I'm a little older, got a rifle on my shoulder Some fool made a soldier of
Go! Go! Go! Go! There's no justice, there's no one telling the truth In the search for money they're forgetting all about the youth Out of all that shit
I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord I'm a soldier in the army I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord I'm a soldier in the army I'm a soldier in the army
I'm sick of that song about how you lost your lover I'm sick of that song about how you treat your mother I'm sick of that song about [Incomprehensible
Must be the clothes or the shoes I wear Should've got no tattoo or should've cut my hair Straightened up, followed norms, rules Never look like them tough