| Song | Somathapeople |
| Artist | Gift of Gab |
| Album | Escape 2 Mars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Some walkin the walk | |
| Some talk | |
| Some makin the crack | |
| Some wait for the outcome | |
| Some caught up in thought | |
| Some balk | |
| Some grabbin' the horns of the bull to get it on | |
| Some born with a silver spoon | |
| Some stalk through a buildin' doom | |
| Some caught up in the rut | |
| Some willin' to do | |
| Anything to get up | |
| Out the fields of gloom | |
| Some lay up feelin stuck | |
| Some feelin renewed | |
| Some are gluttonous | |
| Some of 'em don't have food | |
| Some are down to do | |
| Whatever they got to do | |
| Some say they're gunna do it | |
| But they never do move | |
| Some lost in the sauce | |
| Some lost in the groove | |
| Some are overachievers | |
| Some need to improve | |
| Some are really believers | |
| Some believe in doom | |
| Some believe in happiness | |
| Some believe in gloom | |
| Some are butterflies | |
| Some are trapped in a cocoon | |
| Some of the people | |
| Some of the time [x8] | |
| Some judging the rest | |
| Sometimes | |
| Some go thru the grind | |
| You see we all get tested | |
| Some killin in the name of religion | |
| Some willin to stand on the front line | |
| For the children | |
| Some are all about self and selfish | |
| Some are selfless | |
| Some will the helpless | |
| Some herd the wealth | |
| And some find wealth within their self | |
| Some die to live | |
| And some are livin with a death wish | |
| Sometimes some change and they give their best ¬ | |
| Sometimes some change for the worse | |
| I guess we all got a story | |
| Some are books and some are pamphlets | |
| Some are scared and unprepared | |
| And some are savages | |
| Some are cold and some are hotter | |
| Than summer madness | |
| Some will win, and some will lose | |
| And some will pass the illusion | |
| Some are still | |
| But inside they're dancing | |
| Intoxicatingly engulfed in all the vastness... | |
| Some of the people | |
| Some of the time [x8] |
| Some walkin the walk | |
| Some talk | |
| Some makin the crack | |
| Some wait for the outcome | |
| Some caught up in thought | |
| Some balk | |
| Some grabbin' the horns of the bull to get it on | |
| Some born with a silver spoon | |
| Some stalk through a buildin' doom | |
| Some caught up in the rut | |
| Some willin' to do | |
| Anything to get up | |
| Out the fields of gloom | |
| Some lay up feelin stuck | |
| Some feelin renewed | |
| Some are gluttonous | |
| Some of ' em don' t have food | |
| Some are down to do | |
| Whatever they got to do | |
| Some say they' re gunna do it | |
| But they never do move | |
| Some lost in the sauce | |
| Some lost in the groove | |
| Some are overachievers | |
| Some need to improve | |
| Some are really believers | |
| Some believe in doom | |
| Some believe in happiness | |
| Some believe in gloom | |
| Some are butterflies | |
| Some are trapped in a cocoon | |
| Some of the people | |
| Some of the time x8 | |
| Some judging the rest | |
| Sometimes | |
| Some go thru the grind | |
| You see we all get tested | |
| Some killin in the name of religion | |
| Some willin to stand on the front line | |
| For the children | |
| Some are all about self and selfish | |
| Some are selfless | |
| Some will the helpless | |
| Some herd the wealth | |
| And some find wealth within their self | |
| Some die to live | |
| And some are livin with a death wish | |
| Sometimes some change and they give their best | |
| Sometimes some change for the worse | |
| I guess we all got a story | |
| Some are books and some are pamphlets | |
| Some are scared and unprepared | |
| And some are savages | |
| Some are cold and some are hotter | |
| Than summer madness | |
| Some will win, and some will lose | |
| And some will pass the illusion | |
| Some are still | |
| But inside they' re dancing | |
| Intoxicatingly engulfed in all the vastness... | |
| Some of the people | |
| Some of the time x8 |
| Some walkin the walk | |
| Some talk | |
| Some makin the crack | |
| Some wait for the outcome | |
| Some caught up in thought | |
| Some balk | |
| Some grabbin' the horns of the bull to get it on | |
| Some born with a silver spoon | |
| Some stalk through a buildin' doom | |
| Some caught up in the rut | |
| Some willin' to do | |
| Anything to get up | |
| Out the fields of gloom | |
| Some lay up feelin stuck | |
| Some feelin renewed | |
| Some are gluttonous | |
| Some of ' em don' t have food | |
| Some are down to do | |
| Whatever they got to do | |
| Some say they' re gunna do it | |
| But they never do move | |
| Some lost in the sauce | |
| Some lost in the groove | |
| Some are overachievers | |
| Some need to improve | |
| Some are really believers | |
| Some believe in doom | |
| Some believe in happiness | |
| Some believe in gloom | |
| Some are butterflies | |
| Some are trapped in a cocoon | |
| Some of the people | |
| Some of the time x8 | |
| Some judging the rest | |
| Sometimes | |
| Some go thru the grind | |
| You see we all get tested | |
| Some killin in the name of religion | |
| Some willin to stand on the front line | |
| For the children | |
| Some are all about self and selfish | |
| Some are selfless | |
| Some will the helpless | |
| Some herd the wealth | |
| And some find wealth within their self | |
| Some die to live | |
| And some are livin with a death wish | |
| Sometimes some change and they give their best | |
| Sometimes some change for the worse | |
| I guess we all got a story | |
| Some are books and some are pamphlets | |
| Some are scared and unprepared | |
| And some are savages | |
| Some are cold and some are hotter | |
| Than summer madness | |
| Some will win, and some will lose | |
| And some will pass the illusion | |
| Some are still | |
| But inside they' re dancing | |
| Intoxicatingly engulfed in all the vastness... | |
| Some of the people | |
| Some of the time x8 |