look at them in shame The spirit of survival Who?s teaching the hatred The spirit of survival Or the class of your school The spirit of survival The
Перевод: Да. Spirit Of Survival.
(Common) In the Spirit of God. In the Spirit of the Ancestors. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur. We make this movement
can feel a knowing here between us Yes, you walk on the path I walk too It takes just one second One moment to change your life But deep down you know you'll survive
dream we gotta get ready for bed Better we look ahead instead, to the ones that survived Pray for them too, 'coz there grace of God kept them alive Yes
You got to be righteous spirited for the arrival I'm righteous and wicked but I wonder, can I go If there's a heaven but on earth it's survival Connected
Yeah... uh, C. West We do this, Joe Budden Yeah, young Chris, what, what? Yeah, uh [Young Chris] To the heart of North Philadelph, pour my spirit and
quick, real quick In the weapons of the mind real slick Now give me grace and peace Praise the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit Increase the beast survive
' So this here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin' to give you inspiration So this here is timeless Timeless, priceless, survive
the evening. "My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving
they last forever Wish I could turn the page and move on (And move on) Been longing for the days when you used to sit here talking (All through the night) Trynna keep my spirits
mortal realm you roam no more It's only for the proud and only for the few And only for those whose spirit be true You've led the right life and survived
, I don't care if we don't A bag full of stories Tales of my life Imprisoned in music, my way to survive You may take my money, yes, take it all But you can't get my spirit
t care if we don't A bag full of stories, tears of my life Inprisomned in music, my way to survive You may take my money, oh yes take it all But you can't get my spirit
of stories Tales of my life Imprisoned in music, my way to survive You may take my money, yes, take it all But you can't get my spirit, my music and
statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. Afraid of death, we can not save ourselves. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will.
You punk muthafuckas The shit nigga Killuminati Style Makaveli the Don Solo shit Bring It Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don Spirits, Spurting
