311

311 - Grassroots lyrics

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You should have already hard you're finished through and soon ya
 See that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious
 Much worse could come of that so much more delicious
 To the dastardly basturdly plans of little mice and men
 Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then
 People love to disagree so avoid the endless bout make no attempt
 To try and suss the stupid out
 But of the racist institutions simple minds belong
 Not happy just being human, no wish to get along
 Little people need exclusions sucker groups to throng
 It makes them feel special it makes them feel strong
 Now I got a click but it's more like a family
 Not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see
 I write the rhyme today tell it to you later
 Whether were coming in wack or what it's a waste to be a hater

 Graffiti bombs-from the palms-love is so strong
 Can't be stopped too long
 For the night it will come
 Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar
 Ghetto cool Oh well
 Now you feel the spell
 The color rocks the bell
 The king of swing rise to the top
 The thythm possessed in ya and it don't stop
 The mise is broken The demon locin'
 Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin'
 Cloakin' chokin; the lyrics are spoken
 Infrared vision scopin' condition
 Now breakin' 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit
 Witha fly Lu-Kang kick in Mortal Combat and I land it
 So get your own back when I jam it cold and
 Hearing about you rhyme style been outmoded
 The dopest flow upon the planet
 Dope is the word the bro throw up on the down low goddammit

 You juice your fucking friends like Dracula
 But when we kick you out you're just brokula
 You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell
 Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell
 Now let me tell you something you fucking piece of shit
 You'll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it?
 You leave a trail of lies that's why you keep moving
 We won't come after you we'd only end up provin
 In the end revenge send ends to the defendant
 I know that statement's true I wear it like a pendant
 I know you'll hear this song so I think it's funny
 The name is theif or trust and money.

 Like Captain Picard we come hard in light years
 Our star has long bust but now reappears
 In your sky at night rising and immense
 Yes you see ourselves in the shine of it
 And so passing under the dome of the great sky
 Beware we are the stars holmes that you ruled by
 Where death reborn into the world is a gift
 So the future with no voice of its own will uplift
 All is gone
 All is calm y'all
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Capricorn Records

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: Grassroots (1994)

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