Lyrics Stomp - The Roots, Greg Porn

Stomp

It’s about flesh and blood
It’s about a heart beat that beats strong
It’s about a passion that is unyielding
And I want you men to know today
It is your time, it is your hour, it is your moment
Go take it!
Yeah, speaking of pieces of a man
Staring at a future in the creases of my hand
It reads like a final letter, I’m leaving for my fam
But it’s written in language they will never understand
A late repentant, never deviating from a plan
I drive by headed for the valley of the damned
The wheels spin, I’m looking for a sacrificial lamb
Then roll tactics like a soldier out in the Sudan
Listen, was this a matter of flesh and blood?
Yes it was
Does it matter who win and lose?
Yes it does
It ain’t about the most blessed love
When you return to the essence, what is it back to the essence of?
Greatness I wasn’t in the presence of
Cause you was fake and never measured up
You just a nigga on his regular, but how far am I ahead of ya?
It just as easily coulda been me instead of ya
We gon' fight 'til we can’t fight no more
And when we can’t fight no more
We gon' lie down and bleed a while
We gon' get up, and fight some more
And I want you say it with me
Repeat it after me when I say it
We gon' fight!
Fuck getting fucked, immaculate conception
Now «what's beef?»
ain’t even a question
Calico kisses, cold blood and crime tape
Flirt with death, every night it’s a blind date
One night stand, payback’s a bitch
Shit have you skinny dipping in a pool of your piss
Blood, sweat and tears, broken teeth and spit
Put the barrel in your mouth, blow the devil a kiss
Put the knife in ya back, cut down to the red meat
Daddy should’ve let me be a stain on the bed sheets
I’m one shot short of a Molotov cocktail
Kick in the door like welcome to my world
I’m an evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit
Half of the time I’ma keep it one hundred
Don’t play chicken when I’m driving them crazy
Get hit in the wing, thigh, breast or drumstick
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