Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Equality, artist - Afu-Ra. Album song Body Of The Life Force, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.10.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Equality |
| Slow down, don’t rush |
| I’m here to keep the peace but I’m prepared to say, ay |
| Slow down, don’t rush |
| I’m here to keep the peace but I’m prepared, now I say |
| Yeah, I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop |
| Yeah, I pledge allegiance to it nonstop |
| What, I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop |
| Yeah, I pledge allegiance to it nonstop |
| Meditation, equality, it keeps me level headed, the men-tal-ity |
| Cool, calm, post-hypnotic suggestion |
| Never stressin, heat chambers never sweatin |
| Honeys cryin, cause her man she caught cheatin |
| Mothers eyein, sons cut down like bushes |
| Daddys sicker than the land lord, just evicted |
| Stressed to death, month to month until he kicked it |
| I seen ya hustlin on the dark streets, the mental |
| Look what you been through, you just escaped reality |
| Now what ya into, is just a technicality |
| Check it, deep inside of my head like T. V |
| The lifestyle I live so crooked you won’t believe me |
| Lessons learned that I could walk a tight rope |
| Even though I toke and choke, don’t provoke |
| Uh, now you can call me Afu-rastahood |
| Cause I rob from the rich and I give to the good |
| Even though it’s for the money B, I’m droppin knowledge G |
| Straight shots to the head, peep the summary |
| Wake up in the mornin got me yearnin for food |
| Yeah, yeah what, huh, I’m that type of dude |
| Pledge allegiance, pay attention, payin homage |
| So much time held in my hand, none for college (college) |
| Hey Afu, hey Afu, hey Afu, hey Afu |
| Slow down, don’t rush |
| I’m here to keep the peace but I’m prepared to bust |
| They wanna guide my medication with their crooked laws |
| Say I can’t hold a bong and smoke, my lord |
| But, if it’s war that they want, we are ready, are registered |
| The king, it is he, who defends me |
| So when it’s time for the showdown |
| We’re marchin', the soldiers Babylon get throwed down |
| When the war is over we burn up the whole town |
| And my spliff will stay lit from sun up to sun down |
| Ay, ay Afu |
| Stimulating, verses like blood work ing |
| Paper hits the pen like the needle to ya skin |
| Blow ya blood up, Xena, hero-in |
| More contagious than sex (sex), nobody flex |
| Dangerous minds, little kids throw gang signs |
| Treacherous times, too many can’t press rewind |
| Stress the elevation, wrap my thoughts like a mummy |
| It’s funny, how sometimes some smart ones are dummies |
| Scorin a million, forget the S.A.T |
| Now I, leap more towers than Pisa, peep the ether |
| Wrap it in a scroll, pass it off to Ky-Mani |
| Lessons of exquisiteness, verses poetry |