[instrumental]
Mi swing es tropical Artist: Nickodemus & Quantic featuring TempoYo traigo para ti algo excitante Mi jarabe te levanta de la tumba Es un jaleo pa?que
(Guitar Solo) People Running Down The Street Blabbing To The Clubs And The Weird People All About My Extinction Oh It Makes Me So Mad JUST TO LET YOU
Dress don't impress me Ain't no love, your death won't affect me How dare you? Think I fear you or won't retaliate Nigga, bring it to me, I'll strike
A slack we slack, it's keeping us back A slack we slack, no time fe dat, oh wee Destruction of the black civilization Let me tell you this Cause every
How do we deal with this? How do we clean up all this mess? Will there be a future For the latest generation? Running around Believing the sound Is anything
Forging a difference, we summon existence This distance is not what it seems Painstaking process, it pulls at our instincts We're living outside of our
Will it take some time To release this inner apathy? Enabled inside And it looks like you're the enemy Things are never what they seem Can't explain
I try to simplify, these thoughts that plague our minds What is this mood we're in, we live like saints with sin How much to dignify, the facts that come
I've been lying awake at night I've been hoping that I'm alright I've been winding myself too tight Wondering if I will sleep tonight Never thought things
Wake up your life You may never get the chance to make things right Rather than lie Take a moment to reflect on what's gone by It's a mistake There's
Doesn't it make you nervous? At least you could have tried And if it doesn't disturb us Couldn't just sit by And make a pact to ignore it All of our
Well I've had enough Of these selfish crimes I hurt myself again Not knowing why It seems so easy To leave it all behind And avoid the truth I think I
Full assistance to those who bear it all Unable to fall, waiting patiently Backs against the wall Not allowing the weak to dictate When it's our turn
Lost in these times It's hard to make up our minds This is the reason We're convicted for our crimes So we wait Scars on our face They show the importance
All these miles, haunting questions linger in my mind And all the while, making bad decisions out of line Still I've tried to let go off the danger in
We've been through this before Compromise With me agree right now Useless cries I'm telling you just how Paralyzed There is nothing I can do I realize
You know I'm well known like Al Capone Fully blown like Ton' Montana In a zone, sittin on chrome Stoned sippin' on cham-pagna Rollin' ganja up in Bible