Jim Jones, Bizzy Bone - Twin Towers lyrics
[Jim Jones, Bizzy Bone - Twin Towers lyrics]
Turn my vocals upturn my vocals
Up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a
Little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah
Born in the poverty probably we
Never get off the monopoly
Won't we just stop it
With all the monotony, look at
Me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come
To me, follow me, bother me
Tell me to simmer it down
Part of the system is worser now
Melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens? Nigga
Just deeper than rapping vanish or not
Never gone change my style, I
Do what I wanna pop
'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general
Militants seventh sign
Revolution rebellious, totally out of line
Still in the mind of apocalyptic
Biblical optimistic
Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces
I'm so grateful god
Take me to the promise land
All I see is cops with guns soap in my sock
County charges stuck in the
Struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me
Reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the rapping is
Over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs
And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs
If I can melt down the words
And put them in plastic
Sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what
What bitch I would speak your mind
Even if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set
With the streets niggas cause
That's who I love
Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot
Up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five
Take the bridge, i'm ready to die
For the grace of Capo for the grace of Capo
In the moment of silence
Now the grace of Capo, in
The moment of silence
In the mist of tyrants and silence
And the demon malignancies, motherless
Children are born
Poppa the one who murdered her
Witness the vision first hand plumping
Master of source of us
By the, grace of Capo, in
The moment of silence
In the mist of tyrants and violence
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of
Capo, in he mist of the hood
And it should be all good
But murders go down, you know they go down
Straight out the projects b
I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me
(so hard) coming up hard in these Harlem
Streets, where niggas will starve
Cause it's hard to eat
Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets
Ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the
Credit card scammers
Niggas that shoot cause they
All gone blame us
People they shoot cause they
Cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay)
So if watch where the birds fly
(watch it) don't speed when you swerve high
Cause believe me the third eye
Put the squeeze on your whole ride
(lock down) see I'm always in the rear view
See the law in your rear view
(what else) pray to the lord
He can hear you (why)
I'm the nigga on the corner
Plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit
Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven
I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9 11
When I go to the cross
Roads, lord knows Ferrari white
Mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these digital times
We all need to have a political mind
(that's right) federology, technology
And we can shine like astrology
(they can see from the stars)
When we walking on eggshells
When you talk on next cells (what happens)
When you talking on fed cells
(listen to me) and we all
On sex cells (whooo)
When the drugs and rock-n-roll
And when the drugs lock your soul
Don't blame it on 'caine
Got rich when the reggae came (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah)
All been the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid)
Police will soon be chasing us
(that's right)
The streets they be afraid of us (yeah)
From cutting up raw, from frying up coke
Give a fuck about war
We ain't trying to voting (voting)
So if you draft me jail me (you hear that)
Or better yet kill me
(uh huh) cause I rather go to hell b
And there's nothing you can tell me
Cause we risking ourselves, just
Sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells
(damn) all the grief in the cells, spin on
Shelves, I'm running out of time
Cause I'm living in hell (yeah)
By the, grace of Capo in this moment of
Silence, in the mist of the violence
The mist of tyrants
Flossing my diamondsyeah, by the grace
Of Capos nigga, you heard
That's two strong armies nigga
Two under bosses we can't be stopped
We will not be brought down
Like the twin towers
We some political soldiers ghettolutionists
We freedom fighters
Up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a
Little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah
Born in the poverty probably we
Never get off the monopoly
Won't we just stop it
With all the monotony, look at
Me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come
To me, follow me, bother me
Tell me to simmer it down
Part of the system is worser now
Melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens? Nigga
Just deeper than rapping vanish or not
Never gone change my style, I
Do what I wanna pop
'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general
Militants seventh sign
Revolution rebellious, totally out of line
Still in the mind of apocalyptic
Biblical optimistic
Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces
I'm so grateful god
Take me to the promise land
All I see is cops with guns soap in my sock
County charges stuck in the
Struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me
Reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the rapping is
Over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs
And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs
If I can melt down the words
And put them in plastic
Sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what
What bitch I would speak your mind
Even if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set
With the streets niggas cause
That's who I love
Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot
Up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five
Take the bridge, i'm ready to die
For the grace of Capo for the grace of Capo
In the moment of silence
Now the grace of Capo, in
The moment of silence
In the mist of tyrants and silence
And the demon malignancies, motherless
Children are born
Poppa the one who murdered her
Witness the vision first hand plumping
Master of source of us
By the, grace of Capo, in
The moment of silence
In the mist of tyrants and violence
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of
Capo, in he mist of the hood
And it should be all good
But murders go down, you know they go down
Straight out the projects b
I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me
(so hard) coming up hard in these Harlem
Streets, where niggas will starve
Cause it's hard to eat
Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets
Ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)
Bitches the boosters the
Credit card scammers
Niggas that shoot cause they
All gone blame us
People they shoot cause they
Cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay)
So if watch where the birds fly
(watch it) don't speed when you swerve high
Cause believe me the third eye
Put the squeeze on your whole ride
(lock down) see I'm always in the rear view
See the law in your rear view
(what else) pray to the lord
He can hear you (why)
I'm the nigga on the corner
Plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit
Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven
I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9 11
When I go to the cross
Roads, lord knows Ferrari white
Mean highway to heaven (forgive them lord)
And these digital times
We all need to have a political mind
(that's right) federology, technology
And we can shine like astrology
(they can see from the stars)
When we walking on eggshells
When you talk on next cells (what happens)
When you talking on fed cells
(listen to me) and we all
On sex cells (whooo)
When the drugs and rock-n-roll
And when the drugs lock your soul
Don't blame it on 'caine
Got rich when the reggae came (that's right)
Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah)
All been the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid)
Police will soon be chasing us
(that's right)
The streets they be afraid of us (yeah)
From cutting up raw, from frying up coke
Give a fuck about war
We ain't trying to voting (voting)
So if you draft me jail me (you hear that)
Or better yet kill me
(uh huh) cause I rather go to hell b
And there's nothing you can tell me
Cause we risking ourselves, just
Sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells
(damn) all the grief in the cells, spin on
Shelves, I'm running out of time
Cause I'm living in hell (yeah)
By the, grace of Capo in this moment of
Silence, in the mist of the violence
The mist of tyrants
Flossing my diamondsyeah, by the grace
Of Capos nigga, you heard
That's two strong armies nigga
Two under bosses we can't be stopped
We will not be brought down
Like the twin towers
We some political soldiers ghettolutionists
We freedom fighters