Down on your knees. Eyes ahead. Searching for answers. That will never be said. Stand on your feet. The bruises on your knees. Are never healing. Take
victims are forced to listen to the sounds I might kick into speaker currents to homes In the circuit we don't call whack rappers ho's, we call them ohms
near La cultura cura, ancient medicine Ingest your identity let the healing begin [Chorus x2] We must understand how we came to be How we view the world how we think we see We
of those we claimed to liberate The abuse we then condemned we now advocate and perpetrate We label them terrorists but how are we different When we reopen
rated as one of the greatest producers? I doubt it It's not cuz we ain't good It's cuz we're from London That means we're stigmatised We can't be original
plane. I'll try to ride it less, mom, and be more responsible But we both know dad and I are the same. So I need damage control. Another shot of whiskey
From unknown dimensions (yep) But did I mention I have 30 henchmen Up in my infantry since infants And that's how we get down, get down, get down my brother
with needles (til we scream), Three times and blow the building to the shingles You're jingleing baby, pick up the single, we're all dead, let's mingle
sake where are we in all this? We're given life yet we court death. For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before
who you know and "How you, son?" And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high Yo what up, huh? I heard you
damage done it is the faithful who procreate who fuck us all into oblivion how man is fallible to think he can somehow maintain control it is we
reunion We like cousins and shit (hey) rockin this bitch Dilated and the (Likwid MC's) We gradually elevatin to a (higher degree) We smash through the underground like we
that we deal, what we truly feel About everything we see Rally 'round a cage or act your age I gauge old messages scratched forever in a prison wall We know what we
the mathematics, Your fans must be crack attics They'd rather smoke then buy your CD, So how you gone G.P. You see me, I talk less, Manifest, Success Damage
ya (ahhh!) [Chorus] [Verse 3 ? Lloyd Banks] Baby you've got a hell of a first impression Making me wanna ask you a personal question Like "Are you flexible?" and "How
talking] "We have to make it abundantly clear to these troopies that we will not stand for this, that we are not buying this idiot That we are not good
to port control seven" Rockets on the battlefield "Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven" "Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control
be rated as on e of the greatest producers.. I doubt it! It's not 'cause we ain't good It's 'cause we're from London that means we're stigmatised We can
