Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Give Thanks, artist - Us3. Album song Questions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.09.2004
Record label: Us3.com
Song language: English
Give Thanks |
| I’m just a liberation scribe writing these bars of freedom |
| The god’s got kids and uncle g’wan help feed 'em |
| My words free the mind whether you hear 'em or read 'em |
| The duty of a civilised man is to teach 'em |
| Wave your guns at the system and unify the prisons |
| I save a ghetto child from getting drawn out at Princeton |
| Still a million man march even though some are limping |
| Like Kunta caught up in big pimping and linen |
| Karma sutra, I sooth ya |
| Nah I ain’t bitchin' |
| I armoured through ya, moved ya and seized your kitchen |
| Was my steez with ease to blitzkrieg the women |
| Now my hymns hem her heart’s stitching |
| See I’m reppin for my fam that’s the joy of living |
| See I reps for my fam that’s the joy of living |
| I see you reppin for your fam and that’s the joy of living |
| Was thanks taking, there was no thanksgiving |
| I keep my eyes on the sparrow |
| Americas always gotta full barrel of stress |
| So strap on your vest |
| Since the manger avoid the one left in the chamber |
| Divide and rule kills the knowledge of self |
| Now this remainder remains to be the last born |
| The first scorned |
| The one you made the scapegoat |
| The god building like Joseph |
| In technicolour peep my dreamcoat |
| Y’all keep it real |
| I’m a keep the real estate on the block |
| I don’t fiend for the cream |
| I fiend for the gold it’s backed by |
| Y’all use the physical two |
| All seeing third eye |
| Pierces holes through your spleen |
| Scores goals on your team |
| Choke, holes on your neck |
| Bill, fold all your cream |
| Blaow!, holes through your dreams |
| Unbalanced is the beam |
| The sun rises in the east in Bruknaam |
| I come clean |
| I see you reppin for your fam that’s the joy of living |
| Was thanks taking, there was no thanks giving |
| I be wise as a serpent, peaceful as a dove |
| Flow be perfection, the attribute’s love |
| From Brixton to Brooklyn, topsoil, I recoil to Medina |
| Ascend thrones in brownstone |
| Blaze pastures, mines greener |
| In backwoods trees get nestles |
| With the beast within I wrestle, for anointed be this vessel |
| To rebuke the devil |
| No progress without the struggle got to hustle before you |
| bubble |
| God’s words (are) no hustle though |
| See brother Bains, like Malcolm, think long range |
| Sincere |
| My life’s dedicated to change |
| Locked up in the belly (of) America’s gut |
| If I’m sleeping with the enemy, my eyes wide shut |
| You see I reps for my fam for the joy of living |
| You see I’m reppin' for my fam, that’s the joy of living |
| I see you reppin for your fam and that’s the joy of living |
| Was thanks taking, there was no thanksgiving |