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Talib Kweli lyrics
Talib Kweli lyrics
"Gun Music Lyrics"
The Past Lyrics
Waking or asleep, thou of death must deem Things more true and deep than we mortals dream We look before and after and pine for what's not Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught Will thou now forget the happy hours Which we buried in love's, in love's sweet bowers Heaping over their corpses so cold
Waking or asleep, thou of death must deem Things more true and deep than we mortals dream We look before and after and pine for what's not Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught Will thou now forget the happy hours Which we buried in love's, in love's sweet bowers Heaping over their corpses so cold
[Talib Kweli]
Now, If I'm out of town my crew take of your bodies the more the merrier
Point and spray the area
Niggas is quick to bury you
Punk niggas feel inferior
Guns make us superior
Cats start acting scarier
Situations get hairier, yo
You know who killing it, niggas saying they militant
The only blood in the street is when the government spilling it
You could have a hand gun or a cannon
And you still (?)
without the knowledge and wisdom and understanding of
a 22 derringer
a 38 long
a 44 desert eagle
a Glock Nine
time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine
I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop li
The Swing Lyrics
never said i was innocent i will burn in hell for the things i've done to you never said i was anything good i should die from the shame from what i put you through let me be the one to bring us back from the dead i will take the blame for everything you know i just wanna help you forgeteing
[Hook]
Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak
Gun man music never take shot back (oh!)
Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak (Come On)
Ghetto Red Hot 'round the world you hear that (oh oh oh come on)
Co Coi Coi Clack Clak Clak Clak Clak
Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes!)(Brooklyn)
Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak
Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that
In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brooklyn (Flatbush), In Ethiopia (Yep)
We Go There and Back (Come On)
To all my real live soldier cats where you at
Dogs don't hold them back
those the cats that go to strapped to blow a back
[Talib Kweli]
You could be whoever
when respect is the question folks coming with the gat answer
Shoot at your feet like spider, you a tap dancer
What am I amusing to you?
You better have that answer
Toys for guns, I got guns for toys
Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise
Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys
You'll see the soul of black folk like W.E.B DuBois
Israelies got tanks and Palestinians got rocks
Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got glocks
We got tribes in Africa that listen to Pac
fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like they live on the block
[Hook]
[Cocoa Brovaz]
Thes
that we use to get paid
When we cruise on escapades
and escalades with guns to blaze
we been this ways since the younger days
Safe from the hunger pains
Pop Bang when the trouble came
Pioneers of gun slang
Supply you with them things
a little something, something
set fire to the game
my system be thumping
Co Coi Coi! the sounds of guns busting
Co Coi Coi! your heart just start pumping
[Talib Kweli]
From a 22 derringer
a 38 long
a 44 desert eagle
Time to protect the fam I 'ma cock mine
I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lying
Gun Music y'all
never said i was innocent i will burn in hell for the things i've done to you never said i was anything good i should die from the shame from what i put you through let me be the one to bring us back from the dead i will take the blame for everything you know i just wanna help you forget
[Hook]
Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak
Gun man music never take shot back (oh!)
Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak (Come On)
Ghetto Red Hot 'round the world you hear that (oh oh oh come on)
Co Coi Coi Clack Clak Clak Clak Clak
Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes!)(Brooklyn)
Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak
Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that
In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brooklyn (Flatbush), In Ethiopia (Yep)
We Go There and Back (Come On)
To all my real live soldier cats where you at
Dogs don't hold them back
those the cats that go to strapped to blow a back
[Talib Kweli]
You could be whoever
Rollin' Urban Assault Vehicle Lyrics
Fred Durst] Play the fuckin track! Play that fuckin track!! Oh there it is Limp Bizkit! DMX (what?) Redman (that's right y'all) Method Man We just keep on rollin baby Are you ready... Are you ready... Are you ready!!! [HOOK: Fred Durst] Move in now move out! Hands up, now hands d
a black panther or lap dancerFred Durst] Play the fuckin track! Play that fuckin track!! Oh there it is Limp Bizkit! DMX (what?) Redman (that's right y'all) Method Man We just keep on rollin baby Are you ready... Are you ready... Are you ready!!! [HOOK: Fred Durst] Move in now move out! Hands up, now hands d
when respect is the question folks coming with the gat answer
Shoot at your feet like spider, you a tap dancer
What am I amusing to you?
You better have that answer
Toys for guns, I got guns for toys
Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise
Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys
You'll see the soul of black folk like W.E.B DuBois
Israelies got tanks and Palestinians got rocks
Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got glocks
We got tribes in Africa that listen to Pac
fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like they live on the block
[Hook]
[Cocoa Brovaz]
Thes
I Hear You Knocking Lyrics
You went away and left me long time ago, Now you?re knocking on my door. I hear you knocking, but you can?t come in! I hear you knocking ? go back where you been. I begged you not to go, but you said good-bye And now you?re tell me all your lies. I hear you knocking, but you can?t come in! I hear you knocking ? go
are the tools of the tradeYou went away and left me long time ago, Now you?re knocking on my door. I hear you knocking, but you can?t come in! I hear you knocking ? go back where you been. I begged you not to go, but you said good-bye And now you?re tell me all your lies. I hear you knocking, but you can?t come in! I hear you knocking ? go
that we use to get paid
When we cruise on escapades
and escalades with guns to blaze
we been this ways since the younger days
Safe from the hunger pains
Pop Bang when the trouble came
Pioneers of gun slang
Supply you with them things
a little something, something
set fire to the game
my system be thumping
Co Coi Coi! the sounds of guns busting
Co Coi Coi! your heart just start pumping
[Talib Kweli]
From a 22 derringer
a 38 long
a 44 desert eagle
Time to protect the fam I 'ma cock mine
I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lying
Gun Music y'all