Lirik Lagu Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It) - Prodigy, KRS-One, Method Man, KAM
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[Prodigy]Aiyyo, wordup DunnMan you know how I feelGotta be more to it than this, word up
*Doing an impression of Scarface*This what it's all about Dunn?Uh?Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand)
Whattup, I don't know babyNah man, it's not, it's not yo word upI'm tellin you right nowI know this shit though, aiyyo
Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin toabsorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of meTake a few to give me a edgeMy green light shine bright, Kryptonite typeFully operational, my physical creamPut the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazinePopped it inside the AR-15Put it aside, round up the regimeWhile you rely on religion, I hold a nineon the mission, to pull fire on your oppositionRevelation was the vision of thisCrack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shitMy story goes back to them lost PyramidsI'm seeing things that you won't believe existsHe use a Lunar-tick, suspended in time DunnThe secondary light got your mindYou rock the fatigues, to squab until ?popular? gunsBut are you really prepared, for the things to come?
[KRS-One]Check it outTrue underground sound from the Boogie DownUptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they facesCalling out these racists, at Rolling StoneSpin Details and other places, KRS is The SourceFuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off courseYou'll print about Black Mayors, Black SenatorsWhy you ain't got no Black Editors?Everytime I do an interview in Rolling StoneThey sendin me a writer that look like he's Home AloneIgnorant, to the culture and the microphoneThis has got to stop -- your whole spotis blown sky high, battle why try?My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eyeYou don't understand, why you're publically banneduntil you recognize the writing skills of a black manBlack Editor, all of us ain't thugginGossiping over who's homosexualSome of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem WorldYou can't get with me, so now in Midtownyou wanna stop and talk to me?Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?Look I'm burnin this
[Method Man]How many didn't want to see it happenStreet moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughinHate to see a brother do good through legal actionSo you sabotage and throw a Def in the SquadFo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashinthese Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passionSo I keep it movin in an orderly, fashionPedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theoryY'all niggaz don't hear me, Generation NextDroppin fast who's next, next to get wetby the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow meOpen up wide now, swallow me, every calorieis reality the truth, the whole truth andnothin but the truth, taste is the proofThese niggaz want the Juice, and in the crossfirebe the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot
[KAM]What kind of party is this, it's that political kindWhere America's best, most hypocritical mindsTry they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blindAnd for the right dollar sign, do white collar crimebehind suits, and clean shavesI confuse em and use em as tools and slavesBecause my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --I robs the damn nationso I can live in luxury, you fucks with meYou marryin the dirt and I'ma throw in the tux for freeI tell the people what they wanna hearI make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every yearSo when the coast is clear, I stop duckinand start back doin dope, cussin and fuckinI kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicksThat's my style, my pol-i-tricksTriple-Six convicts, lyin is automaticin the government, Republican or DemocraticFuck Freedom, Justice and EqualityNigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy
*Doing an impression of Scarface*This what it's all about Dunn?Uh?Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand)
Whattup, I don't know babyNah man, it's not, it's not yo word upI'm tellin you right nowI know this shit though, aiyyo
Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin toabsorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of meTake a few to give me a edgeMy green light shine bright, Kryptonite typeFully operational, my physical creamPut the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazinePopped it inside the AR-15Put it aside, round up the regimeWhile you rely on religion, I hold a nineon the mission, to pull fire on your oppositionRevelation was the vision of thisCrack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shitMy story goes back to them lost PyramidsI'm seeing things that you won't believe existsHe use a Lunar-tick, suspended in time DunnThe secondary light got your mindYou rock the fatigues, to squab until ?popular? gunsBut are you really prepared, for the things to come?
[KRS-One]Check it outTrue underground sound from the Boogie DownUptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they facesCalling out these racists, at Rolling StoneSpin Details and other places, KRS is The SourceFuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off courseYou'll print about Black Mayors, Black SenatorsWhy you ain't got no Black Editors?Everytime I do an interview in Rolling StoneThey sendin me a writer that look like he's Home AloneIgnorant, to the culture and the microphoneThis has got to stop -- your whole spotis blown sky high, battle why try?My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eyeYou don't understand, why you're publically banneduntil you recognize the writing skills of a black manBlack Editor, all of us ain't thugginGossiping over who's homosexualSome of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem WorldYou can't get with me, so now in Midtownyou wanna stop and talk to me?Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?Look I'm burnin this
[Method Man]How many didn't want to see it happenStreet moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughinHate to see a brother do good through legal actionSo you sabotage and throw a Def in the SquadFo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashinthese Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passionSo I keep it movin in an orderly, fashionPedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theoryY'all niggaz don't hear me, Generation NextDroppin fast who's next, next to get wetby the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow meOpen up wide now, swallow me, every calorieis reality the truth, the whole truth andnothin but the truth, taste is the proofThese niggaz want the Juice, and in the crossfirebe the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot
[KAM]What kind of party is this, it's that political kindWhere America's best, most hypocritical mindsTry they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blindAnd for the right dollar sign, do white collar crimebehind suits, and clean shavesI confuse em and use em as tools and slavesBecause my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --I robs the damn nationso I can live in luxury, you fucks with meYou marryin the dirt and I'ma throw in the tux for freeI tell the people what they wanna hearI make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every yearSo when the coast is clear, I stop duckinand start back doin dope, cussin and fuckinI kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicksThat's my style, my pol-i-tricksTriple-Six convicts, lyin is automaticin the government, Republican or DemocraticFuck Freedom, Justice and EqualityNigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy
