Israeli News Lyrics
| Song | Israeli News |
| Artist | Sunz of Man |
| Album | The Last Shall Be First |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Reed, Smith, Smith, Wilder | |
| Intro：killah priest | |
| Oh yeah. it's time for us to unite. | |
| All tribes. uh. hispanic brothers. | |
| Black brothers. mexicano. | |
| Know why? | |
| Chorus: killah priest | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It's so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind | |
| [killah priest] | |
| I hear the souls of the fallen soldiers | |
| Calling for jehovahs, bitten by the king cobras | |
| And boa constrictors which convict ya | |
| Nothing but hoes in liquor stores | |
| Cops who handcuff us in the figure four | |
| I try to endure, but when it rains it pours | |
| Amongst the pure and the poor, i'm sure there's war | |
| Bless the child, born naked and wild | |
| Life hectic and foul, i used to watch crowds bow | |
| Until i was exiled from miles, must of landed reptiles | |
| And the gentles, trying not to lose the mental | |
| Abuse a gin for a while, taking straight shots | |
| Hold my brother behind the gates, locked | |
| Beat and backed by the state cops | |
| Stripped of our language, walked around nameless | |
| Amongst the strangest, a heart full of anguish | |
| Taught life is dangerous, devil 'copter aimed at us | |
| Society is to gain our trust, fuck a nine to five | |
| I squeeze the 95-0, watch 'em die slow | |
| Cuz you know that i know | |
| Chorus: trebag | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It's so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind | |
| [trebag] | |
| Stop killing your own, hitting your peeps with sticks and stones | |
| Off the negative roams, is what the babies bring home | |
| Teach 'em self-condonment in the dome, make the brain a stronger bone | |
| Why pull a muscle in this tustle | |
| All your hell is a high kettle, burning cuz i'm black | |
| My realm is shillack, my wooden floor's got a crack | |
| Millonium, laced a strayed with the plutoneum, land mines i'm blowing 'em | |
| Nuclear geranium i aiming at 'em, grenades i'm throwing 'em | |
| Walking through my war field, you yield to my heal | |
| Regurgitate to a lead vile, when your ill | |
| I see the blood spill, aspirin needs the pill | |
| Chorus: hell razah | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It's so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind | |
| [hell razah] | |
| This one is for my brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers | |
| Y'all money lovers, killing one another | |
| Some think the life of a millionaire's the way to go | |
| Chasing hoes through tunnels, streets, convertibles | |
| Go out and spend they dough on weed, cars, gold | |
| Expensive clothes, something black owns | |
| They pack chrome, kill where they live at | |
| Still got to go home, catch the jewels from the macabees | |
| For tracks from my honeycomb ways of the world | |
| Got girls on they needs, shorties showing they privacy | |
| For a bag of weed, before she had a seed | |
| And bit off the greed off the money tree | |
| Can it be this world of simplicity, negativity runs the city | |
| Plus the slaves around me, like lost in king's county | |
| Like lost in king's county | |
| Chorus: killah priest | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It's so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind |
| zuo qu : Reed, Smith, Smith, Wilder | |
| Intro: killah priest | |
| Oh yeah. it' s time for us to unite. | |
| All tribes. uh. hispanic brothers. | |
| Black brothers. mexicano. | |
| Know why? | |
| Chorus: killah priest | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It' s so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind | |
| killah priest | |
| I hear the souls of the fallen soldiers | |
| Calling for jehovahs, bitten by the king cobras | |
| And boa constrictors which convict ya | |
| Nothing but hoes in liquor stores | |
| Cops who handcuff us in the figure four | |
| I try to endure, but when it rains it pours | |
| Amongst the pure and the poor, i' m sure there' s war | |
| Bless the child, born naked and wild | |
| Life hectic and foul, i used to watch crowds bow | |
| Until i was exiled from miles, must of landed reptiles | |
| And the gentles, trying not to lose the mental | |
| Abuse a gin for a while, taking straight shots | |
| Hold my brother behind the gates, locked | |
| Beat and backed by the state cops | |
| Stripped of our language, walked around nameless | |
| Amongst the strangest, a heart full of anguish | |
| Taught life is dangerous, devil ' copter aimed at us | |
| Society is to gain our trust, fuck a nine to five | |
| I squeeze the 950, watch ' em die slow | |
| Cuz you know that i know | |
| Chorus: trebag | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It' s so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind | |
| trebag | |
| Stop killing your own, hitting your peeps with sticks and stones | |
| Off the negative roams, is what the babies bring home | |
| Teach ' em selfcondonment in the dome, make the brain a stronger bone | |
| Why pull a muscle in this tustle | |
| All your hell is a high kettle, burning cuz i' m black | |
| My realm is shillack, my wooden floor' s got a crack | |
| Millonium, laced a strayed with the plutoneum, land mines i' m blowing ' em | |
| Nuclear geranium i aiming at ' em, grenades i' m throwing ' em | |
| Walking through my war field, you yield to my heal | |
| Regurgitate to a lead vile, when your ill | |
| I see the blood spill, aspirin needs the pill | |
| Chorus: hell razah | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It' s so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind | |
| hell razah | |
| This one is for my brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers | |
| Y' all money lovers, killing one another | |
| Some think the life of a millionaire' s the way to go | |
| Chasing hoes through tunnels, streets, convertibles | |
| Go out and spend they dough on weed, cars, gold | |
| Expensive clothes, something black owns | |
| They pack chrome, kill where they live at | |
| Still got to go home, catch the jewels from the macabees | |
| For tracks from my honeycomb ways of the world | |
| Got girls on they needs, shorties showing they privacy | |
| For a bag of weed, before she had a seed | |
| And bit off the greed off the money tree | |
| Can it be this world of simplicity, negativity runs the city | |
| Plus the slaves around me, like lost in king' s county | |
| Like lost in king' s county | |
| Chorus: killah priest | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It' s so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind |
| zuò qǔ : Reed, Smith, Smith, Wilder | |
| Intro: killah priest | |
| Oh yeah. it' s time for us to unite. | |
| All tribes. uh. hispanic brothers. | |
| Black brothers. mexicano. | |
| Know why? | |
| Chorus: killah priest | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It' s so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind | |
| killah priest | |
| I hear the souls of the fallen soldiers | |
| Calling for jehovahs, bitten by the king cobras | |
| And boa constrictors which convict ya | |
| Nothing but hoes in liquor stores | |
| Cops who handcuff us in the figure four | |
| I try to endure, but when it rains it pours | |
| Amongst the pure and the poor, i' m sure there' s war | |
| Bless the child, born naked and wild | |
| Life hectic and foul, i used to watch crowds bow | |
| Until i was exiled from miles, must of landed reptiles | |
| And the gentles, trying not to lose the mental | |
| Abuse a gin for a while, taking straight shots | |
| Hold my brother behind the gates, locked | |
| Beat and backed by the state cops | |
| Stripped of our language, walked around nameless | |
| Amongst the strangest, a heart full of anguish | |
| Taught life is dangerous, devil ' copter aimed at us | |
| Society is to gain our trust, fuck a nine to five | |
| I squeeze the 950, watch ' em die slow | |
| Cuz you know that i know | |
| Chorus: trebag | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It' s so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind | |
| trebag | |
| Stop killing your own, hitting your peeps with sticks and stones | |
| Off the negative roams, is what the babies bring home | |
| Teach ' em selfcondonment in the dome, make the brain a stronger bone | |
| Why pull a muscle in this tustle | |
| All your hell is a high kettle, burning cuz i' m black | |
| My realm is shillack, my wooden floor' s got a crack | |
| Millonium, laced a strayed with the plutoneum, land mines i' m blowing ' em | |
| Nuclear geranium i aiming at ' em, grenades i' m throwing ' em | |
| Walking through my war field, you yield to my heal | |
| Regurgitate to a lead vile, when your ill | |
| I see the blood spill, aspirin needs the pill | |
| Chorus: hell razah | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It' s so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind | |
| hell razah | |
| This one is for my brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers | |
| Y' all money lovers, killing one another | |
| Some think the life of a millionaire' s the way to go | |
| Chasing hoes through tunnels, streets, convertibles | |
| Go out and spend they dough on weed, cars, gold | |
| Expensive clothes, something black owns | |
| They pack chrome, kill where they live at | |
| Still got to go home, catch the jewels from the macabees | |
| For tracks from my honeycomb ways of the world | |
| Got girls on they needs, shorties showing they privacy | |
| For a bag of weed, before she had a seed | |
| And bit off the greed off the money tree | |
| Can it be this world of simplicity, negativity runs the city | |
| Plus the slaves around me, like lost in king' s county | |
| Like lost in king' s county | |
| Chorus: killah priest | |
| In the ways of the world today | |
| It' s so easy us to stray away | |
| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime | |
| Material things keep us blind |
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