Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Download (Expand Beyond), artist - Dead Prez. Album song Information Age Deluxe Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boss Up, Krian, Sound Weapon
Song language: English
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In women’s beauty and cosmetic news, not to be taken lightly, the rise in |
medical malpractise and white market body injection, instances continue |
Scientists have also found the culprit in the newest cases of head cancer have |
been linked to the glue used in the ever popular lace front wig |
Also in sports, as a closing note to the Olympic propaganda charade |
Salute to the amazing African tracking field athletes |
Some of who are forced to run under a colonial flag |
Congratulations Mo Farad, a Somalian who’s gold was stolen once again by Great |
Britain |
This Ime Oulu along with 90 Seas Way Informer and this is the Global Hood News |
Where there’s health neglect there’s no self-respect |
But what else you expect? |
Look how they dealt the death |
We inherited stress, had to bury our best |
Martin, Malcolm X, bullet holes in they chest |
We adapt to the struggle, only way we survive |
Eating scraps from the table but it kept us alive |
Making something from nothing, still we hope for the best |
Making miracles happen, daily coping with less |
Scar string will ban ‘em |
Scar string will ban ‘em |
Scar string will ban ‘em |
Raised in the ghetto, singing songs — called survival |
But eating soul food to have you dead on arrival |
Hand on the rifle, other hand on the bible |
Strong as an ox but look at what you put inside you |
We resemble your things, do the silliest things |
No better than you better cause that’s what experience brings |
Break out of jail but can you break out a fascicle cell? |
We say we living well, but we living in hell |
We already been to the other side |
We ain’t turning back, now we choose a lie |
To really get by this, and that ain’t right |
We feel it inside, it’s time to fight |
We already been to the other side |
We ain’t turning back, now we choose a lie |
To really get by this, and that ain’t right |
We feel it inside, it’s time to fight |
We glues to the TV screen commercials in-between |
Crack Donalds, Murda King |
What happened to eat your greens? |
Eatin some or anything, abusing Mary Jane |
Chinese chicken wings, everyday hood thing |
5 hour energy, red bull and Hennessey |
Head bobbin bot the organs full of toxicity |
Pack a cool menthol, nicotine pick fall |
They have the nerve to put cool on the pack so they can trick y’all |
Slave to the Dutch master, colon cancer victim |
Tell you want a package but we still blame the system |
No squares in my circle, screw all that sippin purple |
I’m tryina live to my potential, age is just a number |
A G preserve his temple, a G control his temper |
No discipline, you slippin, no toxins in my kitchen |
Slavery is over cousin, but then at lunch it wasn’t |
If food is the last plantation then I’m Harriet Tubman |
Advocating colonics, saving my lungs from chronic |
But you can’t free a slave unless he knows he’s in bondage |
(You wanna get freaky? Let’s go) |
You can’t free a slave unless he knows he’s in bondage |