Lirik Lagu Behind Enemy Lines - Dead Prez
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- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Let's go fellas shower time's up in five minutes* sounds of prison bars slamming shut *Get those feet off the table whaddyou think this is home?
(This is bullshit yo son let me get a ciggarette)(I'ma go.. back to my cell and read)
That's it five more minutes and that's itBack to work fellas back to work!
[Dead Prez]Yo lil' Kadeija pops his locks he wanna pop the lockbut prison ain't nuttin but a private stockAnd she be dreamin bout his date of release, she hate the policebut loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses herHer father's a political prisoner, Free FredSon of a Panther that the government shot deadback in 12/4, 1969Four o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine, causeFred Hampton Jr. looks just like himWalks just like jim, talks just like himAnd it might be frightenin the Feds and the snitchesto see him organize the gang brothers and sistersSo he had to be framed yo, you know how the game goEighteen years, because the five-oh said soThey said he set a fire to a a-rab storebut he ignited the minds of the young black and poor
Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmatesMost of the youths never escape the jail fatesSuper maximum camps will advance they gameplanto keep us in the hands of the man, locked up
(Hello?) Collect call from Nes(How are you?) Yo shit is crazy Boo(Have you been alright?) You know I miss you(I feel lonely lonely lonely) Yo woman..can you put some money in my commisary?
Lord can't even smoke a loosey since he was twelve925 locked up with a LThey call him triple K, cause he killed three niggazAnother ghetto child got turned into a killerHis pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroinUsed like a pawn by these white North AmericansMomma couldn't handle the stress and went crazyGrandmomma had to raise the babyJust a young boy, born to a life of povertyHustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper homeCarried the chrome like a blind man holdin caneTattoes all over his chest, so you can know his nameBut y'all know how the game goD's kicked in the front door, and guess who they came fo'?A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda beenshoulda been, never see the hood again
Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmatesMost of the youths never escape the jail fatesSuper maximum camps will advance they gameplanto keep us in the hands of the man, locked up
Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmatesMost of the youths never escape the jail fatesSuper maximum camps will advance they gameplanto keep us in the hands of the man, locked up
* speaking in spanish *
You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prisonLook how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a dayup in the bing, standard routineThey put us in a box just like our life on the blocks(behind enemy lines)You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prisonLook how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a dayup in the bing, standard routineThey put us in a box just like our life on the blocks(behind enemy lines)
(This is bullshit yo son let me get a ciggarette)(I'ma go.. back to my cell and read)
That's it five more minutes and that's itBack to work fellas back to work!
[Dead Prez]Yo lil' Kadeija pops his locks he wanna pop the lockbut prison ain't nuttin but a private stockAnd she be dreamin bout his date of release, she hate the policebut loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses herHer father's a political prisoner, Free FredSon of a Panther that the government shot deadback in 12/4, 1969Four o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine, causeFred Hampton Jr. looks just like himWalks just like jim, talks just like himAnd it might be frightenin the Feds and the snitchesto see him organize the gang brothers and sistersSo he had to be framed yo, you know how the game goEighteen years, because the five-oh said soThey said he set a fire to a a-rab storebut he ignited the minds of the young black and poor
Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmatesMost of the youths never escape the jail fatesSuper maximum camps will advance they gameplanto keep us in the hands of the man, locked up
(Hello?) Collect call from Nes(How are you?) Yo shit is crazy Boo(Have you been alright?) You know I miss you(I feel lonely lonely lonely) Yo woman..can you put some money in my commisary?
Lord can't even smoke a loosey since he was twelve925 locked up with a LThey call him triple K, cause he killed three niggazAnother ghetto child got turned into a killerHis pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroinUsed like a pawn by these white North AmericansMomma couldn't handle the stress and went crazyGrandmomma had to raise the babyJust a young boy, born to a life of povertyHustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper homeCarried the chrome like a blind man holdin caneTattoes all over his chest, so you can know his nameBut y'all know how the game goD's kicked in the front door, and guess who they came fo'?A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda beenshoulda been, never see the hood again
Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmatesMost of the youths never escape the jail fatesSuper maximum camps will advance they gameplanto keep us in the hands of the man, locked up
Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmatesMost of the youths never escape the jail fatesSuper maximum camps will advance they gameplanto keep us in the hands of the man, locked up
* speaking in spanish *
You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prisonLook how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a dayup in the bing, standard routineThey put us in a box just like our life on the blocks(behind enemy lines)You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prisonLook how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a dayup in the bing, standard routineThey put us in a box just like our life on the blocks(behind enemy lines)
