Lirik Lagu Distant Wilderness - Goodie Mob
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[T-Mo]Why is it you fail, to see a manin the same hour, that his kin come grinnin?In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin to come upfrom the ashes that defy your lift, listen upLadies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaksStone-walker, side-walker, watch those loose lips, Wall StreetNumbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touchNot for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20Four coats'll make it glazeBeams rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, windTwenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin waterout the well, help em size, find the grind, find the timeswhere the times weighed as hard as ? find me shoes, baby daddyRico Daddy, he didn't break the TVSo why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blowGot more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pullbetween the halo, and a fork-pitchSuffocated by my rhymes...
Chorus: Debra Killings
Worship High, it's just another nameTake your time and concentrate on itTake a stand and make your hand a fistWe got a reason to resist
[Gipp]The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fadechillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streetsIn the hood late at nights, dippin fineHard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't runWhen it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my dateand you got yours too, I see, the record sales soarafter the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencieswhen they mention he, who listens, to Unseen HandCappin the faces of the young black man, when they singKnowin that we Godly, got to keep it rightwith my people cause I'm equal no matter, how much I makeI can't escape fate, the date as I awaitAs I await, I can't fakeCan't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it
[Khujo]A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earthSpill, nina, tea leaf, your very, existanceis considered a privelege, buck up, and they can't, be revokedPay your taxes, uhh, snake eyesStrapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of lawsMan-made, but that's a dot, everybodyfrom the East coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think?Gettin they thoughts mixed negative, after reoccurancesI say a prayer, plus if I, entertained themIt's easy to commit, hard to resistAnd once we cross that line segment, not even our producerscan bring us back, eyeballs peeledEardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blowdelivered to the hip-hop culture, uhhIndustry consists of thieveries, prostitituesand Folgers if somethin bigger than us, past the blueTold us that it wasn't a heaven for G'sThen we do this, continue your devilish deedsI mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hellfor Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your mastersLabels still a slave, but you just get to eat atthe white man's table, lookin like Gable Guntheron the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like uglyand he wasn't too fond of cute eitherA climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect
Chorus
[Cee-Lo]Where I am, you can feel God is present, in the midst of darknessif you spark up bet somebody gonna see itIt is necessary for me to speak these words nowAnother day here hasn't been promised to me, don't you agreethat you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but firstI am willing to live, and I overstand that this will bea lifelong sacrifice, in order to revealyou gon' have to destroy, and if you ain't thinkin rightyou damn sure can't act right, somebody raise your fistand let me know I'm not alone, revolution, doesn't mean fightinin these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolutionwithout the women, and, it ain't gonna be no futurewithout the children, and, it ain't gonna be no childrenwithout the men, and, you can't have no love without the trustAnd no, trust can come without communicationAnd you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to sayYou can't teach about what you, been deceived about tooAny book you read is still limited educationYou gon' have to talk to God personally and time is shortAnd, he's on his way, and I will receivea grateful word for what I've doneAnd this is all that really matters to meIn time you will see what I told you is trueAnd I ain't have to rhyme to say that to youI ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true
Chorus
Chorus: Debra Killings
Worship High, it's just another nameTake your time and concentrate on itTake a stand and make your hand a fistWe got a reason to resist
[Gipp]The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fadechillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streetsIn the hood late at nights, dippin fineHard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't runWhen it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my dateand you got yours too, I see, the record sales soarafter the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencieswhen they mention he, who listens, to Unseen HandCappin the faces of the young black man, when they singKnowin that we Godly, got to keep it rightwith my people cause I'm equal no matter, how much I makeI can't escape fate, the date as I awaitAs I await, I can't fakeCan't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it
[Khujo]A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earthSpill, nina, tea leaf, your very, existanceis considered a privelege, buck up, and they can't, be revokedPay your taxes, uhh, snake eyesStrapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of lawsMan-made, but that's a dot, everybodyfrom the East coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think?Gettin they thoughts mixed negative, after reoccurancesI say a prayer, plus if I, entertained themIt's easy to commit, hard to resistAnd once we cross that line segment, not even our producerscan bring us back, eyeballs peeledEardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blowdelivered to the hip-hop culture, uhhIndustry consists of thieveries, prostitituesand Folgers if somethin bigger than us, past the blueTold us that it wasn't a heaven for G'sThen we do this, continue your devilish deedsI mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hellfor Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your mastersLabels still a slave, but you just get to eat atthe white man's table, lookin like Gable Guntheron the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like uglyand he wasn't too fond of cute eitherA climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect
Chorus
[Cee-Lo]Where I am, you can feel God is present, in the midst of darknessif you spark up bet somebody gonna see itIt is necessary for me to speak these words nowAnother day here hasn't been promised to me, don't you agreethat you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but firstI am willing to live, and I overstand that this will bea lifelong sacrifice, in order to revealyou gon' have to destroy, and if you ain't thinkin rightyou damn sure can't act right, somebody raise your fistand let me know I'm not alone, revolution, doesn't mean fightinin these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolutionwithout the women, and, it ain't gonna be no futurewithout the children, and, it ain't gonna be no childrenwithout the men, and, you can't have no love without the trustAnd no, trust can come without communicationAnd you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to sayYou can't teach about what you, been deceived about tooAny book you read is still limited educationYou gon' have to talk to God personally and time is shortAnd, he's on his way, and I will receivea grateful word for what I've doneAnd this is all that really matters to meIn time you will see what I told you is trueAnd I ain't have to rhyme to say that to youI ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true
Chorus
