Dead Prez Lyrics
Dead Prez Lyrics
"Behind Enemy Lines Lyrics"
Prom Theme Lyrics
Here we are at last The moment soon will pass We'll go our separate ways We'll vanish in the haze We'll never be the same We'll forget each other's names We'll grow old and lose our hair It's all downhill from there But tonight we'll re
Here we are at last The moment soon will pass We'll go our separate ways We'll vanish in the haze We'll never be the same We'll forget each other's names We'll grow old and lose our hair It's all downhill from there But tonight we'll re
[conversations in a prison facility]
[Verse 1]
Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But prison ain't nothin but a private stock
And she be dreamin 'bout his date of release
She hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, free Fred
Son of a Panther that the government shot dead
Back in 12-4-1969
4 o clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine
Cuz Fred Hampton jr., looks just like him
Walks just like him, talks just like him
And it migh
We Are All Very Worried About You Lyrics
5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this? Your life on the streets is done, forget the business You get what you give, another day another dead one Picture me out on the edge with the half a tonne Tryin' to move it on up, tryin' to move the fuck out You ain't Billy t
t be frightenin, the feds and the snitches5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this? Your life on the streets is done, forget the business You get what you give, another day another dead one Picture me out on the edge with the half a tonne Tryin' to move it on up, tryin' to move the fuck out You ain't Billy t
See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters
So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
18 years because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a Arab store
But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor
HOOK:
Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man locked up
(Hello?)
Collect call from Ness
(Where are you?)
Yo shit is
Deeper 99 Lyrics
I want to go deeper But I don't know how to swim I want to be meeker But have you seen this old earth? I want to fly higher But these arms won't take me there I want to be, I want to be Maybe I could run Maybe I could fly, to you Do you feel th
crazy boo, I miss youI want to go deeper But I don't know how to swim I want to be meeker But have you seen this old earth? I want to fly higher But these arms won't take me there I want to be, I want to be Maybe I could run Maybe I could fly, to you Do you feel th
(Have you been alright?)
Yo, can you put some money in my commisary?
[Verse 2]
Little Kenny been smokin lucy since he was 12
Now he 25 locked up wit a L
They call him triple K, cuz he killed 3 niggas
Another ghetto child got turned into a killa
His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy
Grandmama had to raise the baby
Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty
Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home
Heavy Heart Lyrics
Heavy heart think of yesterday And you're torn apart Thinking of the ways it was easier to smile More than today love grew wild Heavy heart like a perfect stranger You make it hard Taking all the blame - still you hear the sound Calling your name - troubles
Heavy heart think of yesterday And you're torn apart Thinking of the ways it was easier to smile More than today love grew wild Heavy heart like a perfect stranger You make it hard Taking all the blame - still you hear the sound Calling your name - troubles
Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane
Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name
But y'all know how the game go
Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been
Never see the hood again
HOOK 2X
(Spanish speak)
You aint gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine
They put is in a box just like our life on the block
Behind enemy lines
(Repeat)