Impartial
Did I ever call for
your fame?
Why do we fight in
your name?
Is it really true that
you're there?
And do you ever
answer my prayers?
We are calling for
change,
so why don't you
come back again?
Why do you spread
love uneven?
This is not what I
believe in.
Do I have the right,
to write this down?
Without heresy pointing
a finger at me.
Rights?
We don't have no more.
In this catastrophe,
of a 21st century war.
Did I ever call for
your fame?
Why do we fight in
your name?
Is it really true that
you're there?
And do you ever
answer my prayers?
We are calling for
change,
so why don't you
come back again?
Why do you spread
love uneven?
This is not what I
believe in.
Turn and let your gaze
burn over yonder,
a young man stern
with the hunger,
who never puts asunder,
the late night thoughts
and the wonder.
Writing is a lightening
speech is a thunder.
Kid, I'm misinterpreted
like a Marxist.
The scared will
ask this,
impartial vocabulary
martial artist
practice verbal Ti-Chi
and pilates.
Da Linguist, the proper
opportunist.
Quick to drop a new list
of rhymes which
revue this,
right wind stifling that
we're suffering,
far from enlightening
it's
frightening so usher
in,
a new type of verbal
well being.
As your talks are warped
by a canopy of entropy,
enter the Linguist who
eventually,
with a dismaying display
of rhyme slaying advances.
The impartial vocabulary
martial artist.
Did I ever call for
your fame?
Why do we fight in
your name?
Is it really true that
you're there?
And do you ever
answer my prayers?
We are calling for
change,
so why don't you
come back again?
Why do you spread
love uneven?
This is not what I
believe in.
Did I ever call for
your fame?
Why do we fight in
your name?
Is it really true that
you're there?
And do you ever
answer my prayers?
We are calling for
change,
so why don't you
come back again?
Why do you spread
love uneven?
This is not what I
believe in.
11.30
The shot of the bomb
in the night
well, gimme the woman
who fi love-up shi man properly
Mi no wanna gal wid da
wrong recipe
If she have fi a di lovin
and the right mentality
and she don't wanna trick
me
you never knew that you
hurt me
i woke to fall in love
must been 'bout 11.30
and you never tried to phone
now i'm thinking not
you're dirty
and now i gotta trying
calm, calm down
you ain't backing down,
backing down
from the dirtiest trick
in town oh oh
you're the dirtiest trick
in town
the shot of the bomb
in the night
you never let me love
you,
you never let me love
you like i can
you never let me love
you, god damn
you never let me love
you like a man can
you should never tried
to fool me
don't you know i am
far from ordinary
a hard working man
and never let you control
me
like the ones you knock,
knock down
will make you back down,
back down
from the dirtiest trick
in town
you're the dirtiest trick
in town
well, gimme the woman
who fi love-up shi man properly
Mi no wanna gal wid da
wrong recipe
If she have fi a di lovin
and the right mentality
Da linguist wont be your
accessory
You tried to double cross
me now you lost me
This relationship showed
proof to be costly
I'm in da studio I'm
flippin with the posse
But all my beats sounds
wrong and lyrics sound off key
I lost my knack to lay
down a track
It took me a strong cognac
to get my flow back
I can't believe this
is me complanin
The one stamina maintaining
lyrical reigning argument and excuse explaining (uh huh)
You feminism ship has
gone overboard (well look)
You left your man ignored
(well look)
Lord, as the words for
my vocal chords move towards your eardrums your realize
you're a fraud and then
some
*the shot* Its just like
the shot *of a bomb in the night*
An explosion of insight
you dirt tricks hold tight
Please
Gimme da woman who fi
love-up shi man properly
Mi no wanna gala wid
da wrong recipe
If she have fi a di lovin
and the right mentality
And she don't wanna trick
me
you never let me love
you,
you never let me love
you like i can
you never let me love
you, god damn
you never let me love
you like a man can
Gimme da woman who fi
love-up shi man properly
Mi no wanna gala wid
da wrong recipe
If she have fi a di lovin
and the right mentality
And she don't wanna trick
me
555
Why? Why do you
love me?
What have i done to
deserve you lately?
If the poorest ones could
feel this energy
they need nit fear the
cursed son nor the
devils night.
There i lay with warmth
watching over me.
The favoured son on whom
fortune smiled upon
Why? Why do you
want me?
With a past like mine
i´d
rather love and lose
than
falt in line. |
I
To You
Oh yeah
In so many ways
I’m not a fighter I’m
a lover
This aint the old days
I’m a 21st century brotha
And if you don’t know
Who I am
You will never know
You don’t know, so you
try to keep it on the down low
Unless you wanna tell
me when I ask you:
Who am I to you?
Yo mama don’t know
Yo daddy aint sho
Who am I to you?
Everybody you know
Passed me straight on
the road
Now I’d like to know
who am I to you?
The sun is going down
An the streets are getting
empty
I’m a stranger in your
town
I’ll be your friend if
you would let me
And if you don’t know
Who I am
You will never know
You don’t know, So you
try to keep it on the down low
Unless you wanna tell
me when I ask you;
Who I am to you
Yo mama don’t know
Yo daddy and sho
Who am I to you?
(Who I, who I)
Every body you know (Who
I, who I)
passed me straight on
the road (Who I, who I)
Now id like to know (brotha)
Who am I to you? (brotha)
You don’t know
Never know
don’t know
Down low
Unless you
Ask you
Who I am to you?
Yo mama don’t know
Yo daddy aint sho
Who I am to you?
Everybody you know passed
me straight on the road
Now I’d like to know,
Who I am to you
10. The Means
Haead rests,
a sore mind behind these
red eyes.
Watch the television,
sweet escapism,
game shows and racism.
Headlines,
war crimes behind disguised
affection.
All for a cause that
never was.
Call for a voice but
all
it does is sigh.
Inside.
Sigh.
More or less,
there abouts,
a young man with so
many doubts.
I try to learn
impersonating,
the clever moves but
I
am facing,
the always power-crazed,
middle aged generation.
All for a cause that
never was.
Call for a voice but
all it does is sigh.
Inside.
Sigh.
Inside.
Blood and blame passed
on to a neighbour.
Continuing the chain.
Deadly game of whispers.
How am I to grow.
The life I love I
don't know.
Blood and blame passed
on to a neighbour.
Continuing the chain.
Deadly game of whispers.
How am I to grow.
The life I love I
don't know.
Blood and blame passed
on to a neighbour.
Continuing the chain.
Deadly game of whispers.
How am I to grow.
The life I love I
don't know.
Cool Down The Pace
Went to a dance last
saturday night
I was feeling tipsy,
the mood was right
Sight a little daughter
steppin' out the corner
'cause I feel like dancing
all night
But I told her:
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
you're coming in to fast
for me
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
that's not how it should
be
I told her to try
I dunno why
She keep on trying be
she can't
and so she do it how
she want
And so I told her:
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
you're coming in to fast
for me
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
that's not how it should
be
And I told her: Cool
down, cool down
I told her: Cool down,
cool down
Went to a dance last
saturday night
I was feeling tipsy,
the mood was right
Sight a little daughter
steppin' out the corner
'cause I feel like dancing
all night
And so I told her:
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
you're coming in to fast
for me
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
that's not how it should
be
She said she would try
She just dunno why
She keep on trying be
she can't
and so she do it how
she want
And so I told her:
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
you're coming in to fast
for me
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
that's not how it should
be
And I told her: Cool
down, cool down
I told her: Cool down,
cool down
Cool down, cool down
She said she would try
I dunno why
She keep on trying be
she can't
and so she do it how
she want
But I told her:
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
you're coming in to fast
for me
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
that's not how it should
be
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
you're coming in to fast
for me
Cool down the pace for
me little woman
that's not how it should
be |
