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State Radio People To People

They don't see that the moon has just Yeah the moon is just getting its legs People to people are so unjust day Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well People to people

They don't see that the moon has just Yeah the moon is just getting its legs People to people are so unjust day Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well People to people

feel less broke more fixed Got to feel when I got outside myself Got to feel when I touched your lips The things we do to the people that we love The

fatter matter of subject To free your mind state, man there's nothing above that Now wind the clock back, when it came to urban music, radio and then

feel my rhythm Stand proud, 9th Prince is coming To the radio, runnin' in your system [9th Prince:] Aiyo, my lyrics take flight like state troopers

(Is night shift okay with you? Yes. Hey, well you got yourself a job, homey.) Graveyard shift ain't never dead. We got to work when people go to bed

I didn't sing and dance enough For black radio to play this stuff But this ain't soft like ice-cream with a sugar cone I'm only here to state one fact

people of Israel with, one thought.. that they are not alone -- The people of New York, people of the United States of America indeed decent freedom loving people

he worked for Kay Slay, Tonka trucks You wanna mess with the racing set Bitches pick up the Hot Wheels, gentlemen watch Kay play Heads who react to Radio