I see a city attack another where the kids already suffer and mothers mourn in times much tougher than we can see thru our TV From Vietnam to Afghanistan
pack in every fricking ration of rap as I entrap The highly flammmable slightly satanical animal in me... who's me? J...J...JC And Le Peuple de L'Herbe
Mistah top shottah Mister big gun You big up ya chest Call yaself da best Anyone test ya You shoot dem pon da chest Cause a care You seh you
Chaos, construction. Begin another production Drum beats, drops of water That?ll makes a mortar Oughter fill the cracks in between each block Build up
Right now we are about to commit another musical murder ! ... Hear dis one ! Yeah Here we coming again For da youth dem free dem brain Get free from
Did I go wrong somewhere? I try to be the best does anyone cares? With Rap & Religion, Rhythm & Rhyme Say no to grime time Commercial standards, corporate
Why begin battles you can't win When ya building a prison that you're already in Burning your boats at the slightest pretence Within a sense of righteous
They may say every night and every day A little more liberty literally slipping away Sit down sit down, don?t bother to make a sound Cause every
Meet my mate mister Marks he's making it clear It's mister ~Nice to be polite when your carrying gear Where? Anywhere I travel get the idea It's
Can?t judge a book by looking at da cover Don?t you judge me before you know me brother Some people are evil. We?re righteous, Whatever Can?t judge
Waiting for a Mission Everyday I stay in this room, I feel the walls close in and slowly entomb my Soul between scenes of a bizarre film noir An
Real life still seedy, for the poor sick and needy We could all be rich, but you bitches are too greedy You never really had a life too hard to measure
PH Theme Le Peuple de l'Herbe Mome la gagni tudd Le Peuple de l'Herbe Gnakh bi gno ko indi Sama xel ne tef ne tefeeet
Stripped of a commission. We?re on our own with no precondition Stole a boat to float up river Just to prove Le Peuple de l?Herbe deliver Lost all contact
herbal or salt or pepper around in your pocket Stuff, it opens up in your pocket and gets mixed up with your lint cotton Or mess with the flavour 'cause when you take the herb
go there will be a change Cause everywhere we go Everywhere we go I see spices an' herbs Herbs an' spices, spices an' herbs Mmmh herb, herb, spices an' herbs
In the big city Where the lights are low Cold dirty ground Where the rivers don't flow Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away In the big city Where
The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down A blade of light upon the