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P.J.
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New World
I don't wanna be political, biblical, ridiculed or rude:I just rap// Make a living on killing – really not feeling that You hear the irony, put down the iron G// That's just unnecessary energy, feeling me? I elude feud by not acting rude// And I'm breaking bread without breaking rules Make it less complex, speak right from the heart With 16 bars I will fight for my cause, because I wish the sun always shined// And that guns wasn't products that you put into aisles That the news reporter would say: 'This just in// Peace calls made all wars just end, and Soldiers are back from Iraq, they ain't going back// No more crap they finally said nuff of that' I'm just looking for a place where I// Can turn a frown upside down and smile for a while, guess I…
Got to find a new world Where the people get along
What if a dispersed verse burst universe's curse// Of peace finding peace on earth And what if with a single evil forces// All disappeared like Brazilian forests What if all this universal hurt turned musical work// I promise there would never be no Chase or trouble, just bass and treble// Replace pain with gain, a better day tomorrow without sorrow If it was that easy// 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Still can't grasp that we really lost Amiri I feel the pain coming back// Every time I listen to that track on iRap… But what if the world lived in peace// Would Pac and Biggie still walk on these streets? Johnny J make beats? JFK rest in peace? // World Trade not lay at the end of the day? Anyway I…
Got to find a new world Where the people get along
Imagine the world living in harmony, no harm would be// Alarming the senses and pencils Were used in fights, no blood spill// Poverty would probably be gone like Chappelle Guess that's not happening though// Another shut door yet another closed window Injustice just unjust shit// Unclutch clutched fist, must adjust quick Or we'll be stuck in tough shit// Roughness – thus must thrust through tough shifts While big boss gets bonus// Don't throw bones cuz, on their thrown they're alone On their own, thinking bout their own drive// Some want a piece or a peaceful time, while Cops want the wrists, boxers want the fists// Lawyers the want the twist, I just want this, I guess I…
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