<<< HipHopLyrics.de >>> Artist: Promoe Album: Government Music / 2001 Track: Government Music Well I got things to do/ and people got things to say. Said I got work to do/ and the people find time to play. Babylon system is stuck in a slow modem/ why yall persisting to fuck with the promoe when. No rapper that rise against me shall ever prosper/ rhymes written in the bible, revolutionary rasta. Take an eye for an eye and a toth for a tooth/ I tell a lie for a lie and a truth for a truth. I spit a line after line over loop after loop/ to make your mind intertwine with brain food at the root. Cus we all gotta eat but I ain't sellin' my soul/ cus man can't live by them belly alone. I'm hard to reach trust no cellular phones/ cus the government agents wanna follow we 'round. Electronic transmittors picked up by satelites/ I'm writing rhymes in a room lit up by candle lights. And I'm spittin... in the wind, of changin' times/ in the name of unchaining minds... so Chorus: All of a sudden when you sick/ off all of that government music. Just call and I'll come with that new shit/ just call if you love revolutions. Call on this sub level nuisance/ ball you could bloody well lose it. Come on call if you run with a crew which/ is armed with a gun and a full clip. Pointed at the business give me points and tour support/ and creative control or end up in the war report. Us against them David versus Goliath/ I'm bustin' at them aim at jerks with cold fire. Old pirates rob I of my songs of freedom/ songs that we've done Promoe comes from Sweden. Needn't no further introduction/ in a world of wack music my shit serve as interruptions short breaks from a reality that's really unreal/ where record companies want you to sign a dumb deal. Then they're swallowing your following like a bottle in a fridge/ they suck you dry and leave your body in a ditch. They steal your golden days then when you're old and grey/ they done found new blood to mold and clay. And if you're bold and play make sure you read the terms/ a life long contract till you feed the worms... but, Chorus Yo you can call me on the 1-800 hotline/ listen closely go out and cop mine. Or you the type to drop dimes and call the cops? fine/ bring your glocks, nines ain't nothing can stop mine. Though life is one big road with alot of stop signs/ and I carry a big load as long as I rock rhymes. I do not mind, the bullshit: behind/ love will conquer all evil. It's easier for Heavy D to enter through the eye of a needle/ than for the government to be buying my people. Your smile is deceitful, plastic, colgate white/ get it smashed if your flow ain't tight. Now if that happen to me I'd spit blood on the tracks/ till it's cluttered with facts and women cuddle the wax. Love to the max physical and spiritual/ natural, lyrical miracle... yo, Chorus Well I got things to do/ and people got things to say Said I got work to do/ and the people find time to play... <<< Support >>> DEFLOK HipHopMagazin.com -> Das älteste unkommerzielle Hip Hop Mag straight aus dem Ruhrpott. Unbedingt mal abchecken! BOMBING HipHopPromotion.de -> Promotion Agentur, welche Euch u.a. kostenlos Promostuff, wie Sticker, Flyer, etc. nach Hause schickt. Nebenbei supporten die Jungs auch div. Projekte [Eure?] umsonst!