Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Family Reunion , by - Sweatshop Union. Song from the album Infinite, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 27.05.2013
Record label: fontana north, URBNET
Song language: English
Family Reunion |
| Soul of the continent, rebirth of common sense |
| Redirect energy, we reflect God within |
| Mostly of yall forgotten them, trust me this is not the end |
| I was promised victory, before it’s done I got to win |
| Mama, I’mma take it back, reconcile the sky and earth |
| Hate and disrespected you so long, brought down a course |
| Drought, famine, earthquakes, disease |
| Tsunamis and they still callin you make believe |
| Oh they gonna see if it’s the last thing they do |
| But they still thinkin shuffling and blastin at you |
| Time for intervention, we’re severely addicted |
| Need a family reunion each year til we fix it |
| (Pre-Hook) |
| Mother, father, son, daughter |
| Earth, wind, fire, water |
| I am part of the all, chaos and divine order |
| Never been real or bring your own if you ask us |
| Get your hands up, we living long in this bastard |
| (Hook) |
| All my goddesses, bitches, gentlemen, thugs |
| To all my people round the world sharing my love |
| Never been real or bring your own if you ask us |
| Get your hands up, we living long in this bastard |
| Monsters, doctors, defenders of life |
| To all my people represent the army of life |
| Never been real or bring your own if you ask us |
| Get your hands up, we living long in this bastard |
| Yea |
| (Verse) |
| Free form confidence, floating through consciousness |
| Pickin up a tray, went to hell, got prominence |
| She broke the populis and we built the metropolis |
| Til the city sleeps, bad dreams and broken promises |
| Zippin through these documents, I find the consequences heavy |
| Let me exchange thoughts for a penny |
| Offer 99 to them, we the 99 percent |
| We divine kind our minds, we’ll conquer all of them, yea |
| Let the black goddess slaughter all of them, yea |
| Remove ego, remain regal |
| Lose the hierarchy, my kings and queens are all equal |
| Reachin heaven on earth, you turn the people to my… |
| (Pre-Hook) |
| Mother, father, son, daughter |
| Earth, wind, fire, water |
| I am part of the all, chaos and divine order |
| Never been real or bring your own if you ask us |
| Get your hands up, we living long in this bastard |
| (Hook) |
| All my goddesses, bitches, gentlemen, thugs |
| To all my people round the world sharing my love |
| Never been real or bring your own if you ask us |
| Get your hands up, we living long in this bastard |
| Monsters, doctors, defenders of life |
| To all my people represent the army of life |
| Never been real or bring your own if you ask us |
| Get your hands up, we living long in this bastard |
| Yea |
| (Verse) |
| Let the sun light burn the gray, black and white turn to beige |
| Backbone vertebrae, spinal tap the nerve away |
| Far from afraid if they raise taxes on the murder rates |
| It may hurt the working class but we are here eternally |
| Free — how we prefer to live, each day in search of it |
| Needed like dreams from the pineal they nourishment |
| Previous on the GMO’s, cheeseburger preserving that fucking greedy CFO’s |
| And socialist conservatives |
| We care not who’s word it is, they care not who world is this |
| While we getting high just to fly through the turbulence |
| Feels good to be alive and deserving it |
| So ride until we die or it’s time to return to… |
| (Pre-Hook 2) |
| Earth, wind, fire, water |
| Mother, father, son, daughter |
| We are all but one |
| Nothing but love conquers |
| Never been real or bring your own if you ask us |
| Get your hands up, we living long in this bastard |
| (Hook) |
| All my goddesses, bitches, gentlemen, thugs |
| To all my people round the world sharing my love |
| Never been real or bring your own if you ask us |
| Get your hands up, we living long in this bastard |
| Monsters, doctors, defenders of life |
| To all my people represent the army of life |
| Never been real or bring your own if you ask us |
| Get your hands up, we living long in this bastard |
| Yea |