Texty:
News At Eleven We Are Your People

go's and your special friends I've never been diving but I get the bends when schlam and Mick and Fairooz making the soul news see we got the bomb track

plays back, your tape's ill Show me just exactly what it is you want, I give you what we got We got flow, we got soul, we get off, a lot So lock up, your

but the right I control the substance my people fiend for at night Lord knows I do wrong, sound like the same old song A lot of niggas singing homeboys conceal your

under your peacoat wit people I told cops, roll blocks, no props Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot That's how we go out, are you the thug

break your fucking arm Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size Not too cookoo hit you but the four to the five Point it to your nose Now your

to say That we are destined just to fall at your feet I'm here today And so are we, the we the people of the earth rolling round It's a peculiar

terms of George Bush and Dick Cheney will ask this country... For affirm (Crowd chanting) And we are here, we are here because we love this country too

the news on TV orphans laugh at the confusion The audience finds itself on the stage Fifty million people in a state of decay The party goes on behind elevator

t know how often we played the Holocast. But why didn't happen anything? Grief begun to prevail. Suddenly we heard a known voice: "Why are you so down