Godz People Lyrics
| Song | Godz People |
| Artist | Prodigal Sunn |
| Album | The Return of the Prodigal Sunn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cuffie, Jamal, Joyner, Mayers | |
| (Intro: 60 Second Assassin) | |
| Chill, man, chill, g! | |
| See you don't know what's going on, man | |
| I see right now, you don't know what's happening | |
| There it go, there it go | |
| (Chorus 2X: 60 Second Assassin) | |
| Our common enemy, commonly known, check the rules | |
| (What - type - of man) | |
| The only difference between them, is me and you | |
| (Tell - the - truth) | |
| It be the tricks the devil pull, you don't exist | |
| (This - is - scam) | |
| So don't expect no help from them, Godz People | |
| (No - one's - do) | |
| (Interlude: 60 Second Assassin) | |
| A black man's vote means nothing today | |
| By any and all means necessery | |
| They done turned it around on us | |
| And left us poor folks behind | |
| And want us to swallow up the legislature | |
| And your paper, where I don't think that the truth | |
| Can satisfy the human race | |
| I said it before and I'll say it again | |
| The Devil has scored a point on God's court | |
| It's at the top of the 9th inning | |
| And our people must step up to home plate | |
| I need a team, I need a team | |
| To move with one mind | |
| I need a team, to move with one body | |
| One soul, I need a team, I need a team | |
| (Armel) | |
| What else can be said? I'm first to admit | |
| My people's fucking hard head, and soon to be dead | |
| I brings to my eyes to see a young black man die | |
| And don't know why (It's a shame) | |
| Who's to blame, the player or the game? | |
| If things don't change (we all lose) | |
| You can lead the horse to water, but you can't make him drink | |
| So why you actin' like (shit don't stink) | |
| (Sharecka) | |
| Ain't no comparison' to what we do | |
| Weed, enough bread and from the struggle, scuff bumps | |
| And rumbles, poverty and hunger | |
| Sodomy, child abuse, if adults don't teach the youth | |
| Then what's the use? This ain't got | |
| Nothing to do with sales, it's the truth | |
| And the message from me to you, hoping it'll see you through | |
| They should build and be the rule, and droppin' jewels a must | |
| Ain't no justice, it's 'just us' | |
| Government fuckin' business up | |
| Yeah, y'all fed up, get a dick to suck | |
| If my niggaz fall down, I'mma pick 'em up | |
| First move, foundation, what? | |
| (Prodigal Sunn) | |
| Yeah, I keeps it straight up 12 O'Clock, since back in the days | |
| Macks and trades, and roam away from the PJ such | |
| Where it take checks, no tolerance for disrespect | |
| Face mask, noodies woodies, berettas and techs | |
| Young cats up in the discotecque, chin check vets | |
| Triple threat, through the system they fret | |
| Through Knowledge, Wisdom, overstand, collect | |
| Mad respect to my fams, all my mans, all the world that I met | |
| Now I'm a grown man, movin' with the plans of a winner | |
| Fightin' with the snakes, realest tenors | |
| Killin' for the thriller with thinner | |
| Brick face, on the hunt for dinner | |
| We set it on, contenders pretenders | |
| Beginners trynna stop the agenda | |
| Heavy hitters on the grind, like Brenda's | |
| Go hard to the grain, baby, never surrender | |
| Play the scene like black marbles | |
| Never will I follow a man, due to my self | |
| Rather train, bus, dollar van (what type of man) | |
| (Chorus to end) |
| zuo qu : Cuffie, Jamal, Joyner, Mayers | |
| Intro: 60 Second Assassin | |
| Chill, man, chill, g! | |
| See you don' t know what' s going on, man | |
| I see right now, you don' t know what' s happening | |
| There it go, there it go | |
| Chorus 2X: 60 Second Assassin | |
| Our common enemy, commonly known, check the rules | |
| What type of man | |
| The only difference between them, is me and you | |
| Tell the truth | |
| It be the tricks the devil pull, you don' t exist | |
| This is scam | |
| So don' t expect no help from them, Godz People | |
| No one' s do | |
| Interlude: 60 Second Assassin | |
| A black man' s vote means nothing today | |
| By any and all means necessery | |
| They done turned it around on us | |
| And left us poor folks behind | |
| And want us to swallow up the legislature | |
| And your paper, where I don' t think that the truth | |
| Can satisfy the human race | |
| I said it before and I' ll say it again | |
| The Devil has scored a point on God' s court | |
| It' s at the top of the 9th inning | |
| And our people must step up to home plate | |
| I need a team, I need a team | |
| To move with one mind | |
| I need a team, to move with one body | |
| One soul, I need a team, I need a team | |
| Armel | |
| What else can be said? I' m first to admit | |
| My people' s fucking hard head, and soon to be dead | |
| I brings to my eyes to see a young black man die | |
| And don' t know why It' s a shame | |
| Who' s to blame, the player or the game? | |
| If things don' t change we all lose | |
| You can lead the horse to water, but you can' t make him drink | |
| So why you actin' like shit don' t stink | |
| Sharecka | |
| Ain' t no comparison' to what we do | |
| Weed, enough bread and from the struggle, scuff bumps | |
| And rumbles, poverty and hunger | |
| Sodomy, child abuse, if adults don' t teach the youth | |
| Then what' s the use? This ain' t got | |
| Nothing to do with sales, it' s the truth | |
| And the message from me to you, hoping it' ll see you through | |
| They should build and be the rule, and droppin' jewels a must | |
| Ain' t no justice, it' s ' just us' | |
| Government fuckin' business up | |
| Yeah, y' all fed up, get a dick to suck | |
| If my niggaz fall down, I' mma pick ' em up | |
| First move, foundation, what? | |
| Prodigal Sunn | |
| Yeah, I keeps it straight up 12 O' Clock, since back in the days | |
| Macks and trades, and roam away from the PJ such | |
| Where it take checks, no tolerance for disrespect | |
| Face mask, noodies woodies, berettas and techs | |
| Young cats up in the discotecque, chin check vets | |
| Triple threat, through the system they fret | |
| Through Knowledge, Wisdom, overstand, collect | |
| Mad respect to my fams, all my mans, all the world that I met | |
| Now I' m a grown man, movin' with the plans of a winner | |
| Fightin' with the snakes, realest tenors | |
| Killin' for the thriller with thinner | |
| Brick face, on the hunt for dinner | |
| We set it on, contenders pretenders | |
| Beginners trynna stop the agenda | |
| Heavy hitters on the grind, like Brenda' s | |
| Go hard to the grain, baby, never surrender | |
| Play the scene like black marbles | |
| Never will I follow a man, due to my self | |
| Rather train, bus, dollar van what type of man | |
| Chorus to end |
| zuò qǔ : Cuffie, Jamal, Joyner, Mayers | |
| Intro: 60 Second Assassin | |
| Chill, man, chill, g! | |
| See you don' t know what' s going on, man | |
| I see right now, you don' t know what' s happening | |
| There it go, there it go | |
| Chorus 2X: 60 Second Assassin | |
| Our common enemy, commonly known, check the rules | |
| What type of man | |
| The only difference between them, is me and you | |
| Tell the truth | |
| It be the tricks the devil pull, you don' t exist | |
| This is scam | |
| So don' t expect no help from them, Godz People | |
| No one' s do | |
| Interlude: 60 Second Assassin | |
| A black man' s vote means nothing today | |
| By any and all means necessery | |
| They done turned it around on us | |
| And left us poor folks behind | |
| And want us to swallow up the legislature | |
| And your paper, where I don' t think that the truth | |
| Can satisfy the human race | |
| I said it before and I' ll say it again | |
| The Devil has scored a point on God' s court | |
| It' s at the top of the 9th inning | |
| And our people must step up to home plate | |
| I need a team, I need a team | |
| To move with one mind | |
| I need a team, to move with one body | |
| One soul, I need a team, I need a team | |
| Armel | |
| What else can be said? I' m first to admit | |
| My people' s fucking hard head, and soon to be dead | |
| I brings to my eyes to see a young black man die | |
| And don' t know why It' s a shame | |
| Who' s to blame, the player or the game? | |
| If things don' t change we all lose | |
| You can lead the horse to water, but you can' t make him drink | |
| So why you actin' like shit don' t stink | |
| Sharecka | |
| Ain' t no comparison' to what we do | |
| Weed, enough bread and from the struggle, scuff bumps | |
| And rumbles, poverty and hunger | |
| Sodomy, child abuse, if adults don' t teach the youth | |
| Then what' s the use? This ain' t got | |
| Nothing to do with sales, it' s the truth | |
| And the message from me to you, hoping it' ll see you through | |
| They should build and be the rule, and droppin' jewels a must | |
| Ain' t no justice, it' s ' just us' | |
| Government fuckin' business up | |
| Yeah, y' all fed up, get a dick to suck | |
| If my niggaz fall down, I' mma pick ' em up | |
| First move, foundation, what? | |
| Prodigal Sunn | |
| Yeah, I keeps it straight up 12 O' Clock, since back in the days | |
| Macks and trades, and roam away from the PJ such | |
| Where it take checks, no tolerance for disrespect | |
| Face mask, noodies woodies, berettas and techs | |
| Young cats up in the discotecque, chin check vets | |
| Triple threat, through the system they fret | |
| Through Knowledge, Wisdom, overstand, collect | |
| Mad respect to my fams, all my mans, all the world that I met | |
| Now I' m a grown man, movin' with the plans of a winner | |
| Fightin' with the snakes, realest tenors | |
| Killin' for the thriller with thinner | |
| Brick face, on the hunt for dinner | |
| We set it on, contenders pretenders | |
| Beginners trynna stop the agenda | |
| Heavy hitters on the grind, like Brenda' s | |
| Go hard to the grain, baby, never surrender | |
| Play the scene like black marbles | |
| Never will I follow a man, due to my self | |
| Rather train, bus, dollar van what type of man | |
| Chorus to end |
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