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    Public Enemy

    He Got Game

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    Добавлена 9 февраля 2013 пользователем Миша

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    Revelation, revelation...
    (Flavor Flav)
    Yeah that's right, y'all better act like you know
    Shit is gettin critical (in all the nations)
    Shit is gettin crazy, that's right (all the lands)
    Y'all better listen yo shit is blazin G
    Shit is blazin, that's right, I'm tryin to let y'all know...
    Soldiers of the future
    we are approachin with to be Earth's last battle
    The war fever's on the rise
    The lives of many are in the hands of fate
    Armageddon is the destiny we await
    In the trenches of the ghettos we meditate
    Developin our defense, I'm gettin tense
    I hear the bombs of time tickin
    As the smoke of fear thickens in the air
    I cock my glock and give thanks
    For the peace that will exist, when this war is over
    Revolutions, revelations will be revealed
    Babylon has fallen, now time to build, labwars
    (Chuck D)
    When I spit at the government bombs like Saddam hit
    Make you flip to the music with your shit half-lit
    Harder than time and convicts
    Rhymes never be basic, afraid of the dark
    twenty-five to the L, no I just can't face it
    Need a mill for two passports and face-lifts
    Ain't tryin to see handcuffs and steel bracelets
    Twisted politics, high speed chases
    on the races, locked down places
    Prophet of rages, reincarnation as gauges
    set to show off in the blazes
    Revolution, revelation, resurrection stages
    Raw like wild dogs locked up in the cages
    And my brain cell with ice picks under the floor
    Plottin the war I'll sign a Shakur for sure
    Revisited, hear the shorties be quizzin it
    Geronimo Platt, politically incarcerated cats
    I dwell on all the black males doin time
    And got me wanderin who invented motherfuckin crime
    Goin in a tantrum lyrical fits
    Spread like cancer on tracks that hit
    Feel the pulse in the boom in the night song
    Rally up all the people like a Farrakhan
    Spittin words that'll send em back to Peningon
    Hittin cats in the head out in Lebanon
    Through the New World order I'ma carry on
    Hittin brothers with jewels they can grow on
    More than wack videos in a dance song
    If you don't believe it so long and so on
    So on, prove the player haters so wrong
    I don't care who the fuck is out there yeah
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