Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break The Grip Of Shame, artist - Paris. Album song The Devil Made Me Do It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
Break The Grip Of Shame |
Enter into a new realm, a new dimension |
Pay close attention |
And witness knowledge born on the microphone |
For the people that I call my own |
Remember back when good rap was just a cool dance hit |
Even though it wasn’t saying (shit) |
Well them days is gone I don’t play that |
Pick the punk and I’ll say like wack |
Stick with the sick style for the serious |
Hip-Hop lovers can’t get enough of this |
Black tracks on wax are so smooth |
You can’t get help but the thought to move |
This is a call and a plea for unity |
Black is back uplift and be free |
Keep pushin, our movement moves on. |
so strong, now |
With a raised fist I resist |
I don’t burn, so don’t you dare riff |
Or step to me, I’m strong and black and proud |
And for the (bullshit) I ain’t down |
Life in the city’s already rough enough |
Without some young sucka runnin up |
You don’t know me, so don’t step |
I roll to the right and then bust your lip |
Paris is my name, I don’t sleep |
I drop science, and keep the peace |
Here to bust this for better justice |
Another dope Scarface release |
This is a serious style for the gifted |
Pro-black radical rap’s uplifting |
Still growing, the power’s so strong |
You can’t stop it, now |
«We declare our right on this earth to be a man, to be a human being, |
to be respected as a human being, to be given the rights of a human being in |
this society, on this earth, in this day, which we intend to bring into |
existence by any means necessary.» |
Alright, let’s start some mo' (shit) |
Straight up on the movement tip |
With forces strong as Allah’s my third eye |
Black is back and P-Dog'll never die |
Who said that you can’t do this |
Can’t be wise or be for the movement |
Games I won’t have so don’t you play none |
You’ll see why when I’m gone |
Skinheads end up dead cause I don’t play |
Brothers swarm under the form of Scarface |
Round up, roll out, we’ll roll em up like Rolo’s |
I stomp sixteen solo |
Straight for the jugular, hope that I don’t |
Swarm and bust a cap by night so |
You just keep your place cause I won’t stop |
I’ll keep pushin that movement rock when I |