Promoe - Government Music lyrics

Well I got things to do
And people got things to say
Said I got work to do
And the people find time to play

Babylon system is stuck in a slow modem
Why yall persisting to fuck
With the Promoe when
No rapper that rise against
Me shall ever prosper
Rhymes written in the bible
Revolutionary rasta
Take an eye for an eye and
A tooth for a tooth i tell a lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
I spit a line after line over loop after loop
To make your mind intertwine with
Brain food at the root
Cus we all gotta eat but
I ain't sellin' my soul
Cus man can't live by them belly alone
I'm hard to reach trust no cellular phones
Cus the government agents wanna
Follow we 'round
Electronic transmittors picked up
By satelites i'm writing rhymes in a room
Lit up by candle lights
And I'm spittin in the wind
Of changin' times
In the name of unchaining minds

All of a sudden when you sick
Off all of that government music
Just call and I'll come with that new shit
Just call if you love revolutions
Call on this sub level nuisance
Ball you could bloody well lose it
Come on call if you run with a crew which
Is armed with a gun and a full clip

Pointed at the business give me
Points and tour support
And creative control or end up
In the war report
Us against them David versus Goliath
I'm bustin' at them aim at
Jerks with cold fire
Old pirates rob I of my songs of freedom
Songs that we've done Promoe
Comes from Sweden
Needn't no further introduction
In a world of wack music
My shit serve as interruptions
Short breaks from a reality
That's really unreal
Where record companies want you to
Sign a dumb deal
Then they're swallowing your following like
A bottle in a fridge
They suck you dry and leave
Your body in a ditch
They steal your golden days then
When you're old and grey
They done found new blood to mold and clay
And if you're bold and play make
Sure you read the terms
A life long contract till you feed the worms

Yo you can call me on the 1-800 hotline
Listen closely go out and cop mine
Or you the type to drop dimes
And call the cops? fine bring your Glocks
Nines ain't nothing can stop mine
Though life is one big road
With alot of stop signs
And I carry a big load as
Long as I rock rhymes
I do not mind, the bullshit: behind
Love will conquer all evil
It's easier for Heavy D to enter
Through the eye of a needle
Than for the government to
Be buying my people
Your smile is deceitful, plastic
Colgate white
Get it smashed if your flow ain't tight
Now if that happen to me I'd
Spit blood on the tracks
Till it's cluttered with facts and
Women cuddle the wax
Love to the max physical and spiritual
Natural, lyrical miracle


Well I got things to do
And people got things to say
Said I got work to do
And the people find time to play