Nas, Joss Stone - Governmentalist lyrics

(Don't you dare)
Interrupt the White House ball
(We're living scared)
It's in foreign fields the soldiers fall
Ooh, ooh, ooh, la, la, la
Snatch 'em in their prime
Go ahead, that's fine, that's fine
Just go drill for grease, hmm, yeah
Like a diamond thief, yeah, yeah
Their mamas will be alright
Just give 'em time go get your money right
You won't lose no sleep tonight

Nominate your kids
I think they'd prove your theory right
Would you watch them die?

Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water
Coming up with nothing every time
How come we ain't getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies?

(Look up, look up) see a dead man walking
(See his baby face)
Hey, let's duplicate a few
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, la, la (La, la)
They don't mean much to you
(If you need some help)
Send some hippies in to help
You think more than you do
How's about another line or two?
To pick you up, pick you up
While your people drown, drown

I hope you're happy and you
Sleep so great at night while the lovers cry

Like tryna get a hold of smoke and water
Coming up with nothing every time
How come we ain't getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies?

(Hmm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)

How many lives will you sacrifice?
Will you ever be satisfied?
If in God you trust
Can't you hear him still?
I ain't no preacher but
(Ah) thou shalt (Ah) not kill!

Yo, check it i'm praisin' the states and the
Streets I'm raised in
Pain is the perfume scent I'm sprayed in
It clash with the federal agent's fragrance
I smell a pig, that's a cop who racist
I'm an ordinary project dude
I'm subject to genetically modified food
That's FDA approved, mass produced
So we can tell a lie from the truth
Even though I'm fly up in my Tom Ford suit
Leer Jet like a Concorde
Swoop through the air
Then I land in my Phantom Coop
And I still stand with the Uganda youth
All the poor kids out in
Moscow that live hostile
I ride for you when I ride with the top down
Listenin' to Joss' sounds
You see how that feel
Our CDs come with government seals
Open it, peep Nas gettin' at his enemies
And the paragraphs are for similes
Governmentalists killed the Kennedy's
I heard that Joss Stone got the remedies

Governmental confusion
Governmentalist, it's delusion
Governmental confusion
A bunch of governmentalists, it's delusion

Tryna get a hold of smoke and water
Coming up with nothing every time
How come we ain't getting any closer
Tryna find the truth behind the lies?

(Hmm-mm-mm) and all that we're left with
(Hmm-mm-mm) is a hand full of nothing
(Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm)
A hand full of nothing (Hmm-mm-mm)
That's all that I got
(Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
Hand full of nothing, yeah (Hmm-mm-mm)
Governmental (Hmm-mm-mm)
Confusion (Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
Just some governmentalist, it's delusion
(Hmm-mm-mm) governmental
(Hmm-mm-mm) confusion, yeah
(Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
Governmentalist, it's delusion yeah, yeah
(Hmm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm)
(Hmm-mm-mm, Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)