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Lyrics for These Are The Times by Dead Prez:
| | | Artist: | Dead Prez |
| | Album: | These Are The Times | | Track: | These Are The Times | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 81 | | | | Lyrics: | Verse 1:
The televisions have eyes
Your modern religion is live
Plotting a
collision world wide
Watch the hour glass the power class
Showing currency for
world supremacy
Burroughs is burned down deliberately son
We ain't about whats
devil level
Smell the gun metal
King to mo' man
I read mouths Satan
Feel the foul taste that run on my tongue
Burn a L for everyone of my sons
There so
much more than just herb in my lungs
Similar to spilt Mercury,
With enough force
They could've killed Hercules
This whole nation was built
Virtually, from
capital to captivity
The earth could be the modest ??
You not listening
It's
cold outside
They got the whole South side
Using bar codes,
Military blocks
on all the state roads
And worse, somebody's chold got hung
They took his pants off,
Covered his whole body with ants, and cut his hands off
The type of shit that have
your brain bleedin'
They about to start scanning the back of niggas hands
And get
your vein readin'
They call it New World Order
But, son, this game is in the fourth
quarter
World War 3, don't drink the water
Because...
Chorus:
These
are the times that try a nigga sole
Population control,
We wasting time chasing gold
They after more than your mind
They want your nation as a whole
It's time to
take of the blindfold(I know) x2
(A thousand men, a thousand sorrows)
Verse 2:
These are the times that try my thug sole
White collar crime
Deaf tones,
gold, and drug sold
The truth is never told
I call it black Holocaust
Some
say all is lost
But in the end
Your life is all it costs
Pronounce counter
??
Global 2000 ??, what they plan to do
In case of emergency
They building
mad prisons with urgency
Son, I solemnly swear
They keep them slugs in the air
Until they murder me
Shut down the government
Revelutionaries be lovin' it
Clinton flee the country in a bubblejet
Trouble is yet to come,
For each
crime, they tryin' niggas three times
Then probably prosecute me for this rhyme
International nickel and dime hustlers
Move weight and muscle us around
But my army
bustin' rounds
Shells covered the ground for miles
Street ?? from here to Capitol
Hill
And you can read it on a dollar bill
Chorus
I know(I know)
The
time(the time)
They trying to take this world(world)
Of mine(Yeah) x2
Verse
3:
They breakin' windows out with canisters of tear gas
Put out the cannabis
We fighting canibals with silver badges
I feel the madness in the wind
Like a
premonition
Dee got the ammunition
Puffin' reefer while we cleaning pieces
None of my niggas don't believe in Jesus
We fight a war against the ?? Chevrolet Caprices
Whatever way we find feasible
Sometime shit be unbelievable
I'm seeing
skeletons in parked vehicles
Put all the terrible types behind sandbags
My
philosophy is much more than snatch your handbag
I'm talkin' shit like hand-to-hand,
Man-to-man, clan-for-clan
What side you stand?
Some of us will breakdown mentally
Some of us will pass away
Overwhelmed by injuries
But our victory is meant to
be
I studied the signs for twenty-two years
And this is what it meant to me
Chorus x2
I know(I know)
The time(the time)
They tryin to take this
world(world)
Of mine x2 | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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