Handed down from fathers to sons Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns A talk of peace but not in our time To save our souls and stop the crime
Перевод: Style Council. Евангелие.
Handed down from fathers to sons Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns A talk of peace but not in our time To save our souls and stop the
, meanin' you just need to talk a bit I ain't your regular rapper who just be talkin' shit Listen to it a little closer, hear the gospel in it I rhyme
gotta move along And when you let the light of hope Free your mind All around the world The sun is gonna shine BRIDGE CHORUS M8-(oohs to chorus melody-gospel style
the trial [Sam] Get a pardon if ya come with the sargeant now [Beyonce] Give me a chair cause I don't care I ain't feelin' your style [Hook x2] Yo,
get The Source bitch and check it out I came to knock this bastard down Juic - ya bleedin' now You be it - the Petey style Why - hit the curb man
pompous, meanin' you just need to talk a bit I ain't your regular rapper who just be talkin' shit Listen to it a little closer, hear the gospel in it
with the Sergeant, now Beyonce' - Give me a chair, cause I don't care, I ain't feeling your style Chorus Mos Def - Yo, I'm trying to get with you
then I mashed his ass Bastard, fuck with me, bet I blast your ass So many follow but can't reach me, caught in a maze Catch 'em mimickin' my style,
This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my people at? (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my heart is at? (
It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap Rappers tired of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?" 'Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats Watch me bump this gospel
This what you call hardcore, fat gospel street gospel South South, Bronx Yo where my people at? South South, Bronx Yo where my heart is at? South South
, nigga, 6 feet deep G-to-the-R-to-the-A-to-the-V E-to-the-D-to-the-I-to-the-G G-to-the-A-to-the-zig-zag-Z Gravedigga, nigga, 6 feet deep I floss my teeth on the Gospel
lynch I'm chewin up babies We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel shit kicks in It's the nigga named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
the seed of my soul And I got it Hypnotic hypnotic My style is just hypnotic My style is just hypnotic My style is just hypnotic My style is just hypnotic My style
you into paradise or bring you to your knees It's a gospel kind of feelin', a touch of Georgia slide A song of pure revival and a style that's sanctified
Gotta love the way the industry be holdin me back/ I'm the rebellious leader of the only brigade, ain't a (Cenz.) that could bite my style, because it