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Michael Franti
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Food For Tha Masses
作詞:Ismail Azim, Michael Franti, Carl Rogers Young
I love family 'cause family brings inspirations One love to you and peace to all the nations Aztlan the Puerto Rican and Jamaican African the Maori, Kouri and the Haitian
On the chocolate reservation I'll take a hit and then pass the information To the left hand side and keep providin' Pride and sustenance and guidance
Mass hysteria fools breaking down the barrier Militant cliques big up the area Put your fist in the air now, show me that cha care now And that cha really know how
Don't get thee behind me Satan I'll keep thee in front so I can kick thee in the ass And assassinate all your wicked inventions Your new world order and your global intentions Not to mention the department of corrections
Makin' money off of people in detention Doin' time for possessions Countin' the days in the dark they buildin' up aggressions Progressions all the dirty lessons In the belly of the beast only God hears confessions
Geronimo Pratt's still sittin' in the cellar Done as many years as they did Mandela Parole board warned to know are you remorseful How could I be because I didn't do the crime yo
Y'alls the motha fucka's that's guilty Lockin' me in solitary eight year's of filthy Kill the messenger, you can't kill the message Yo, I'm bringin' food for the masses
For the masses, for the masses 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Mental food, food far the masses For the masses, for the masses For the true, for the true
So let's eat have a seat call the Maitre D' Commencin' with the riddim, I get open on the beat Let 'em say what they say about the way that we be It's the year two triple O, they can't stop me
Aw'ight, Sellassie I the book unfolds I write 'cause half the story has never been told so No one can stop it the whole world's droppin' out the socket Blowin' you like NASA when I rock it
The high tech ways of the civilized man Can't stand my people but ya love a sun tan Fly the space shuttle like dancer and prancer You nuke the North Pole, now you got skin cancer
The answer you see I'm fly like Lufthansa You can Valujet but you takin' big chances on crashes Change your name like Cassius The classes be making food for the masses
Then shift to a speed that's common for the listeners MC's and wanna be street politicians In competition with the envious visions They chasin' paper dollars to a pop chart prison
But listen this isn't me against you 'cause the whole world's checking out the things that we do Ya sold your soul to the Saint Ide's brew That's aw'ight I like the spirit in you
For the masses, for the masses Mental food, food far the masses For the masses, for the masses For the true, for the true
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