Texty:
Herd The We Can T Hear You

goes "La, la la la la", we can't hear you! "La la, la la", we can't hear you! "La, la la la la", we can't hear you! "La, la la la" He got up on his high

La, la la la la", we can't hear you! "La la, la la", we can't hear you! "La, la la la la", we can't hear you! "La, la la la" He got up on his high

you can't pry from me shut out the eye 20s see my rhymes good money we're rollin with akmed and durba swervin the streets we're shaka zoolo shana and

t ever think I don't need it Shit I got problems, can you help me out? Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear me Fear me not, I'm just another

to Cayman, mental enslavement You black Gods become awaken At night time you can hear the earth cry How many more black Gods got to die Before we realize

t just flip shit anyone can kid, I stick the landing and stand out, amongst most so don't stress Trying to touch us, you can't come close like phone sex

' chedda If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you Shape and mold you, son, you then I hold you Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you

that seemed to take forever I took it and as I headed for my car That cop he hollered after me and said, "Hey, cowboy You better slow down 'cause you can't

't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird From the old Volkswagen Back to the Model T A lot of men died Just so you could ride with me in