The Roots, Son Little - Guns Are Drawn lyrics
[The Roots, Son Little - Guns Are Drawn lyrics]
What are you gonna do when
The guns are drawn?
Yeah, it would be cool, it could be too
Stop runnin' 'round in circles
Off of would-be fuel livin' them lies
Eventually believin' it's true
A lotta people here are frauds
One could be you
It's outrageous and, and nothin' can save us
An ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do
With no phone or pagers
No Kinko's, no FedEx, and no ATM's
What you gon' do when
The police state begins?
Well, it already began
But I guess it depends
On what's really goin' on, what's happenin'
Huh, military target practicin'
They finna write another Patriot Act again
The days is short, the nights is long
The fight goes on
The pistol and the pipes are drawn come on!
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
'til he drop that rhyme
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
'til he drop that rhyme
Uh! And some might say that
It's a waste of time
'Cause ain't no amount of dancin'
Finna break the bondage
We go to war and transcend space and time
When every record ain't a record
Just to shake behinds
You know the stakes is high
We in the face of drama
That's why we can't shake it
Or escape the problem
It's like a game of roulette
The barrel revolvin'
They only wanna see us occupyin' a coffin
Mothers cryin' too often from
They lost child leavin'
From tryin' to get over, get under, get even
Get inside, gettin', gettin' dumped
Gettin' greedy we got to get it right
It's not about to be easy
You best to pull you goggles up
It's about to get greasy believe it's on
As long as we can still speak freely
The pages of my life would make
It hard to read me
I know my people hearin' me
Holler if y'all need me, word!
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
'til he drop that rhyme
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
'til he drop that rhyme
The guns are drawn?
Yeah, it would be cool, it could be too
Stop runnin' 'round in circles
Off of would-be fuel livin' them lies
Eventually believin' it's true
A lotta people here are frauds
One could be you
It's outrageous and, and nothin' can save us
An ocean of brown fists in various flavors
A favor for a favor man, this is the majors
Tell me what you would do
With no phone or pagers
No Kinko's, no FedEx, and no ATM's
What you gon' do when
The police state begins?
Well, it already began
But I guess it depends
On what's really goin' on, what's happenin'
Huh, military target practicin'
They finna write another Patriot Act again
The days is short, the nights is long
The fight goes on
The pistol and the pipes are drawn come on!
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
'til he drop that rhyme
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
'til he drop that rhyme
Uh! And some might say that
It's a waste of time
'Cause ain't no amount of dancin'
Finna break the bondage
We go to war and transcend space and time
When every record ain't a record
Just to shake behinds
You know the stakes is high
We in the face of drama
That's why we can't shake it
Or escape the problem
It's like a game of roulette
The barrel revolvin'
They only wanna see us occupyin' a coffin
Mothers cryin' too often from
They lost child leavin'
From tryin' to get over, get under, get even
Get inside, gettin', gettin' dumped
Gettin' greedy we got to get it right
It's not about to be easy
You best to pull you goggles up
It's about to get greasy believe it's on
As long as we can still speak freely
The pages of my life would make
It hard to read me
I know my people hearin' me
Holler if y'all need me, word!
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
'til he drop that rhyme
The middle of the night, we fight like
Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste of our time
And I think you would be right
'til he drop that rhyme