Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Up! , by - Promoe. Song from the album White Man's Burden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.09.2006
Record label: Burning Heart
Song language: English
Up! |
| I wake up, look out the window, see three feet of snow for real |
| Meter’s though — yo large, this beat is dope! |
| Get the pen and the pad and start writing a verse |
| Like i know the procedure, like this time ain’t the first |
| But it could be the last, gotta make the most of it |
| Hope my people forgive me, i know i’m so stubborn |
| Gotta quit fuckin around, death could come so sudden |
| Make you hate me some times, but all i want is more loving |
| I know what you thinking, but this ain’t another last song |
| Call it my first song, levitated to my first born’s baby mother |
| Ain’t no other — one life to live one love to give, i’m gon' give it on… |
| Up! |
| to my people’s revolutionary spirit |
| Turn it up — real life music, lose it when you hear it |
| Burn it up — babylon and sing along with the lyrics |
| One life, one love to give — i’m gon give it on… |
| Up! |
| to my people’s revolutionary spirit |
| Turn it up — real life music, lose it when you hear it |
| Burn it up — babylon and sing along with the lyrics |
| One life, one love to give… |
| I look up to another bright day, thinkin that i might stay |
| If it’s ok with the almighty |
| All knowing, all seeing, all forgiving |
| I hope cus I don’t know who’s right — guess it isn’t the pope |
| Guess it isn’t the point either, what i mean is |
| Jesus, do we really need our leaders? |
| Or do they need us, where do they lead us |
| Look at the riches of the world and they won’t even feed us |
| I say enough is enough and man nothing of nothing |
| Is nothing they huffin and puffin — they bluffin |
| They pushin the button i’m rushin their iunchin |
| And cussin their cousins and uncles and brothers |
| And mothers and lovers and others and… |
| Fuck it wasting my breath on them iniquity workers |
| When i need to step from this inner city circus |
| Fitttn perfect in then plan when it’s we that hurt us |
| Pressin down when the only way that’s really gonna work is |
| Selector lift it up and uplift, we’ve been stuffed enough shit |
| To make a sausage feel envious we must quit |
| We must stop, me must go — to get crops we must sow |
| Good seed, water it, shine a light — it a grow |
| But all them pesticides is genocides |
| Truths and rights i write through, mike booths — step inside |
| Render my heart and not my garment i’m pickin that part |
| Pick me apart with all your comments i’m beggin no pardons |
| Kickin back at the apartment watchin, plottin, startin, chargin… |
| And when the venom it stings all the gentlemen kings |
| The pendelum swings back and forth they pack a sword |
| Mightier than my pen to hack us all to pieces (again:) |
| Do we really need our leaders or do they need us |
| Where do they lead us? |
| i tell you down, down, down — well time’s… |
| Copyright |