Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Harmony, artist - Sunz Of Man. Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Harmony |
| 4th Disciple, G.G.O., 4th Disciple, G.G.O. |
| Razah, G.G.O., Razah G.G.O. |
| 4th Disciple, G.G.O., Malachi, G.G.O. |
| I got them scared I’mma shine, because my mind be ahead of it’s time |
| I be the future, terrorist to niggaz that sign |
| Got more than Valentine, twelve contract binds |
| We my guns outta Palestine, to silence my nine |
| It’s either God or the the devil, better balance your mind |
| The Black Libra, raise amongst crack leaders |
| If the Hebrews is Jews, it’s a Black Jesus |
| So I’mma tear Satan’s kingdom down like Shirley |
| Ceaser, dedicated to the great achivers |
| The late comers and the early leavers, get it early, I ain’t wordly neither |
| Archangel in this armageddon, who be a calm weapon |
| More deadly than the bomb threaten, rock the mic til my palms sweating |
| We be the bride, walkin’to God’s wedding, all I gave was brotherly love |
| Now they act, wired and bugged, like CIA’s supplying them drugs |
| Who can trust in these last days, hold ya breath when the gas sprays |
| My projects is a crack maze, that was built for a black slave |
| To keep us heading to a fast braid, same shit different last names |
| Ya’ll gettin’caught up in this rap game, rap game |
| I’m reality, poverty, poetry, prophecy |
| Honesty, pain that’s in one harmony |
| Pardon me, for the steppin’on toes |
| But we ain’t came here to bag your hoes, we came to bring back soul |
| Yeah, Sunny Jewels that be G.G.O. |
| Killah Priest, that be G.G.O. |
| Prodigal Sunn, be G.G.O. |
| 60 Sec., that be G.G.O. |
| Shabazz, that be G.G.O. |
| This be G.G.O. |
| Roll out the red carpet, insert the cartridge |
| I got a hunger like a hostage, in Kosovo, run and tell so and so Bop your head to my promo, we went from water guns to four-fours |
| To breakin’government through barcodes |
| Now it’s man verse computer, eight thousand CC’s of brain |
| You fell in love with what you can’t even claim |
| I can’t maintain to watch no blood suckers campaign |
| Prayers and pain, for months turn to tear drops of rain |
| I stay ghetto like the A train, survived all this crack and cocaine |
| And still alive so we can rap and complain |
| Now we done dropped out to get cream, since school teachers is turning to fiends |
| Strip dancers comin’out they g-strings |
| Nice thighs in them iceberg jeans, projects we the nation of kings |
| You too fly, then I’mma clip wings, we go to work while others’ll sling |
| Audi’s and teens, and d’s smoke weed til it’s dark and cloudy |
| Don’t fuckin’crowd me, I’m too deep, you can’t count me Ask Bush while we flippin', and we gettin’rowdy |
| We the last one left up in this King’s country |
| We the last one left up in this King’s country |