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Goodie Mob - Distant Wilderness lyrics
featuring Debra Killings [T Mo] Why is it you fail to see a man in the same hour that his kin come grinnin? In another code fell asleep party mode tryin to come up from the ashes that defy your lift listen up Ladies seem sweet the ocean meets the mountain peaks Stone walker side walker watch those loose lips Wall Street Numbers set by stock movers buy my tip so I can touch Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20 Four coats'll make it glaze Beams rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times where the times weighed as hard as ? find me shoes, baby daddy Rico Daddy, he didn't break the TV So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull between the halo, and a fork-pitch Suffocated by my rhymes... Chorus: Debra Killings Worship High, it's just another name Take your time and concentrate on it Take a stand and make your hand a fist We got a reason to resist [Gipp] The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade chillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets In the hood late at nights, dippin fine Hard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't run When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date and you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar after the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies when they mention he, who listens, to Unseen Hand Cappin the faces of the young black man, when they sing Knowin that we Godly, got to keep it right with my people cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make I can't escape fate, the date as I await As I await, I can't fake Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it [Khujo] A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth Spill, nina, tea leaf, your very, existance is considered a privelege, buck up, and they can't, be revoked Pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws Man-made, but that's a dot, everybody from the East coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think? Gettin they thoughts mixed negative, after reoccurances I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them It's easy to commit, hard to resist And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers can bring us back, eyeballs peeled Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh Industry consists of thieveries, prostititues and Folgers if somethin bigger than us, past the blue Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds I mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hell for Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at the white man's table, lookin like Gable Gunther on the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly and he wasn't too fond of cute either A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect Chorus [Cee-Lo] Where I am, you can feel God is present, in the midst of darkness if you spark up bet somebody gonna see it It is necessary for me to speak these words now Another day here hasn't been promised to me, don't you agree that you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but first I am willing to live, and I overstand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice, in order to reveal you gon' have to destroy, and if you ain't thinkin right you damn sure can't act right, somebody raise your fist and let me know I'm not alone, revolution, doesn't mean fightin in these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women, and, it ain't gonna be no future without the children, and, it ain't gonna be no children without the men, and, you can't have no love without the trust And no, trust can come without communication And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too Any book you read is still limited education You gon' have to talk to God personally and time is short And, he's on his way, and I will receive a grateful word for what I've done And this is all that really matters to me In time you will see what I told you is true And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true Chorus |
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