Текст песни Styles P - Testify (feat. Reflection Eternal)

Time Is Money
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Styles P
Альбом: Time Is Money
Длительность: 03:26
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Текст:

Time I testify, listen Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.? I'm yellow but I'm dark for real And why nobody flip when Martin was killed? Why Mandela did all them years All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears? And I can name thousands more that died in the struggle from Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur That's why I stay influenced to "Kick in the Door" Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that's poor Notice that it's "unity" in "opportunity" Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me Guess they wanna see me park it Lookin at my gun, they wanna see me spark it But I'm the Ghost and if I could vote it would be for Sharpton Yeah~! [Chorus:] [S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality {"Testify!"} [S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality [Talib Kweli:] Yeah, yo, yo We never stop like the news watch Still tryin to fill the void of Biggie and Tupac We on them avenues with the red and the blue tops Dudes hot to shoot cops from the rooftops Too many snitch niggaz TESTIFY Warrior kings sent to the bing and left to die Girls confuse sex with love so they extra dry And got birth control stuck to they necks and thigh Whoa, it ain't a game, they want the blacks all killed off Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk What's ill is y'all niggaz still caught up in them battle raps There's beef in the hood, +Escaladin+ like Cadillacs Monkey on your back livin like a junkie Addicted to a dream, wanna die for your country Tear down the prison walls, set everyone free From freedom fighters to Askari X to Pimp C [Chorus] [Talib Kweli:] Yeah... kids slip in the clip and aim for the fortune cause the fame ain't shit to gain They get stuck on whips and chains, so freedom slip they brain And psychologically that shit's insane Now that's crazy, a function of raisin the crack babies Sell it back to them cats freebasin back in the 80's (C'mon) Disco shit, nigga cock the toast Hi-Tek on the track and we rock with the Ghost [Styles P:] Damn right I make gangster music But I still spit poetry like Langston Hughes did Pressures of the ghetto might make you lose it Grab AK's and go and make the news kid Might lose control, but not my soul Won't sell for the white man to buy me some white gold Sell for the black man, to buy me control P, Tek and Kweli, the shit come from the soul y'know?
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