Dead Prez

Dead Prez - These Are The Times songtekst

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The televisions have eyes
 Your modern religion is live
 Plotting a collision world wide
 Watch the hour glass  the power class
 Showing currency for world supremacy
 Burroughs is burned down deliberately  son
 We ain't about whats devil level
 Smell the gun metal
 King to mo' man
 I read mouths  Satan
 Feel the foul taste that run on my tongue
 Burn a L for everyone of my sons
 There so much more than just herb in my lungs
 Similar to spilt Mercury,
 With enough force
 They could've killed Hercules
 This whole nation was built
 Virtually, from capital to captivity
 The earth could be the modest ??
 You not listening
 It's cold outside
 They got the whole South side
 Using bar codes,
 Military blocks on all the state roads
 And worse, somebody's chold got hung
 They took his pants off,
 Covered his whole body with ants, and cut his hands off
 The type of shit that have your brain bleedin'
 They about to start scanning the back of niggas hands
 And get your vein readin'
 They call it New World Order
 But, son, this game is in the fourth quarter
 World War 3, don't drink the water
 Because...
 Chorus:
 These are the times that try a nigga sole
 Population control,
 We wasting time chasing gold
 They after more than your mind
 They want your nation as a whole
 It's time to take of the blindfold(I know) x2
 (A thousand men, a thousand sorrows)
 Verse 2:
 These are the times that try my thug sole
 White collar crime
 Deaf tones, gold, and drug sold
 The truth is never told
 I call it black Holocaust
 Some say all is lost
 But in the end
 Your life is all it costs
 Pronounce counter ??
 Global 2000 ??, what they plan to do
 In case of emergency
 They building mad prisons with urgency
 Son, I solemnly swear
 They keep them slugs in the air
 Until they murder me
 Shut down the government
 Revelutionaries be lovin' it
 Clinton flee the country in a bubblejet
 Trouble is yet to come,
 For each crime, they tryin' niggas three times
 Then probably prosecute me for this rhyme
 International nickel and dime hustlers
 Move weight and muscle us around
 But my army bustin' rounds
 Shells covered the ground for miles
 Street ?? from here to Capitol Hill
 And you can read it on a dollar bill
 Chorus
 I know(I know)
 The time(the time)
 They trying to take this world(world)
 Of mine(Yeah) x2
 Verse 3:
 They breakin' windows out with canisters of tear gas
 Put out the cannabis
 We fighting canibals with silver badges
 I feel the madness in the wind
 Like a premonition
 Dee got the ammunition
 Puffin' reefer while we cleaning pieces
 None of my niggas don't believe in Jesus
 We fight a war against the ?? Chevrolet Caprices
 Whatever way we find feasible
 Sometime shit be unbelievable
 I'm seeing skeletons in parked vehicles
 Put all the terrible types behind sandbags
 My philosophy is much more than snatch your handbag
 I'm talkin' shit like hand-to-hand,
 Man-to-man, clan-for-clan
 What side you stand?
 Some of us will breakdown mentally
 Some of us will pass away
 Overwhelmed by injuries
 But our victory is meant to be
 I studied the signs for twenty-two years
 And this is what it meant to me
 Chorus x2
 I know(I know)
 The time(the time)
 They tryin to take this world(world)
 Of mine x2
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Publisher: Loud Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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