| Well I got things to do
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| And people got things to say
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| Said I got work to do
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| And the people find time to play
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| Babylon system is stuck in a slow modem
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| Why yall persisting to fuck with the Promoe when
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| No rapper that rise against me shall ever prosper
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| Rhymes written in the bible, revolutionary rasta
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| Take an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
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| I tell a lie for a lie and a truth for a truth
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| I spit a line after line over loop after loop
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| To make your mind intertwine with brain food at the root
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| Cus we all gotta eat but I ain’t sellin' my soul
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| Cus man can’t live by them belly alone
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| I’m hard to reach trust no cellular phones
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| Cus the government agents wanna follow we 'round
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| Electronic transmittors picked up by satelites
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| I’m writing rhymes in a room lit up by candle lights
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| And I’m spittin… in the wind, of changin' times
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| In the name of unchaining minds
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| All of a sudden when you sick
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| Off all of that government music
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| Just call and I’ll come with that new shit
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| Just call if you love revolutions
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| Call on this sub level nuisance
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| Ball you could bloody well lose it
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| Come on call if you run with a crew which
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| Is armed with a gun and a full clip
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| Pointed at the business give me points and tour support
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| And creative control or end up in the war report
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| Us against them David versus Goliath
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| I’m bustin' at them aim at jerks with cold fire
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| Old pirates rob I of my songs of freedom
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| Songs that we’ve done Promoe comes from Sweden
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| Needn’t no further introduction
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| In a world of wack music my shit serve as interruptions
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| Short breaks from a reality that’s really unreal
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| Where record companies want you to sign a dumb deal
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| Then they’re swallowing your following like a bottle in a fridge
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| They suck you dry and leave your body in a ditch
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| They steal your golden days then when you’re old and grey
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| They done found new blood to mold and clay
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| And if you’re bold and play make sure you read the terms
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| A life long contract till you feed the worms
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| Yo you can call me on the 1−800 hotline
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| Listen closely go out and cop mine
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| Or you the type to drop dimes and call the cops? |
| fine
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| Bring your Glocks, nines ain’t nothing can stop mine
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| Though life is one big road with alot of stop signs
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| And I carry a big load as long as I rock rhymes
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| I do not mind, the bullshit: behind
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| Love will conquer all evil
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| It’s easier for Heavy D to enter through the eye of a needle
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| Than for the government to be buying my people
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| Your smile is deceitful, plastic, colgate white
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| Get it smashed if your flow ain’t tight
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| Now if that happen to me I’d spit blood on the tracks
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| Till it’s cluttered with facts and women cuddle the wax
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| Love to the max physical and spiritual
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| Natural, lyrical miracle
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| Well I got things to do
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| And people got things to say
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| Said I got work to do
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| And the people find time to play |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Government Music , by - Promoe. Song from the album Government Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп