Wu-Tang Clan, Isaac Hayes - I Can't Go to Sleep lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan, Isaac Hayes - I Can't Go to Sleep lyrics]
The technique is ill, son
Watch how I spill one
Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L, and Big Pun
Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches
House niggas, children watch as they produce
The same pattern
Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies
Hit us with the cracks and
Guns in the early '80s
For those that murdered me
Shall stand before God
To fall at the hands of fate then
Out comes the rod
Bring it back, bring it back, bring
It back, bring it back, bring it back
What the fuck is going on?
I can't go to sleep
Feds jumping out their Jeeps
I can't go to sleep
Babies with flies on they cheeks
It's hard to go to sleep
Ish bowled two sixes twice
I couldn't go to sleep
Ayo, we deep in the stairs, we carry big guns
Whippy got hit up with the
Big shit "bong bong"
Stop at the cheeba spot
Then pass the leek spot
Drove past y'all niggas again
You took a cheap shot
Not knowing fucking with me
You get your meat chopped
You thought we fell on our face?
You need to be stopped
Call on the chariots! Call on an ambulance!
You better smile, my nigga, you on Candid Cam
Gangsta broad, these be the laws
Walk with big balls
Nigga, motherfucking eunuch
I even take which was yours
I'm the nigga that made you, man
When your rap wasn't doing well
I'm the nigga that gave you a hand
Don't kill your brother
Learn to love each other don't get mad
'Cause it ain't that bad look at who you are
You've come too far it's in your hands
Just be a man get the jelly out your spine
Cobwebs out of your mind
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
They shot the father at his
Mom's building seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest in
Front of his little seeds
Jesse watched as they shot
King on the balcony
Exported Marcus Garvey 'cause he
Tried to spark us
With the knowledge of ourselves
And our forefathers oh, Jacqueline
You heard the rifle shots crackling
Her husband's head in her hands
You tried to put it back in
America's watching
Blood-stained ink blotches
Medgar took one to the
Skull for integrating college
What's the science? Somebody? This
Is trick knowledge
They try to keep us enslaved
And still scrape for dollars
Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck
Looking around like, "These Devils!"
I'm ready to break this world down
They got me trapped up in a metal gate
Just stressed out with hate
And just give me no time to relax
And use my mind to meditate
What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?
Grab a 22 and run out there and
Put this fucking violence in you?
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em, son, I
Don't let the game make you lose your head
You should be calling the shots instead
The power is in your hands
Stop all this crying, and be a man
Watch how I spill one
Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L, and Big Pun
Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches
House niggas, children watch as they produce
The same pattern
Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies
Hit us with the cracks and
Guns in the early '80s
For those that murdered me
Shall stand before God
To fall at the hands of fate then
Out comes the rod
Bring it back, bring it back, bring
It back, bring it back, bring it back
What the fuck is going on?
I can't go to sleep
Feds jumping out their Jeeps
I can't go to sleep
Babies with flies on they cheeks
It's hard to go to sleep
Ish bowled two sixes twice
I couldn't go to sleep
Ayo, we deep in the stairs, we carry big guns
Whippy got hit up with the
Big shit "bong bong"
Stop at the cheeba spot
Then pass the leek spot
Drove past y'all niggas again
You took a cheap shot
Not knowing fucking with me
You get your meat chopped
You thought we fell on our face?
You need to be stopped
Call on the chariots! Call on an ambulance!
You better smile, my nigga, you on Candid Cam
Gangsta broad, these be the laws
Walk with big balls
Nigga, motherfucking eunuch
I even take which was yours
I'm the nigga that made you, man
When your rap wasn't doing well
I'm the nigga that gave you a hand
Don't kill your brother
Learn to love each other don't get mad
'Cause it ain't that bad look at who you are
You've come too far it's in your hands
Just be a man get the jelly out your spine
Cobwebs out of your mind
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
They shot the father at his
Mom's building seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest in
Front of his little seeds
Jesse watched as they shot
King on the balcony
Exported Marcus Garvey 'cause he
Tried to spark us
With the knowledge of ourselves
And our forefathers oh, Jacqueline
You heard the rifle shots crackling
Her husband's head in her hands
You tried to put it back in
America's watching
Blood-stained ink blotches
Medgar took one to the
Skull for integrating college
What's the science? Somebody? This
Is trick knowledge
They try to keep us enslaved
And still scrape for dollars
Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck
Looking around like, "These Devils!"
I'm ready to break this world down
They got me trapped up in a metal gate
Just stressed out with hate
And just give me no time to relax
And use my mind to meditate
What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?
Grab a 22 and run out there and
Put this fucking violence in you?
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em, son, I
Don't let the game make you lose your head
You should be calling the shots instead
The power is in your hands
Stop all this crying, and be a man