scarcity In these days, don't beg for life Wanna take Kingston advice? Oh please, don't beg for your life In these days the beat is militant Must be a clash
When I was waiting for your phone call The one that never came Like a man about to burst I was dying of thirst Though I will never fade Or get lost in
There is a train at Version city Waiting for the rhythm mail If you can jump then jump right now She can pull you through to better days Is that the
Tibet How many monks did the Chinese get? In a war torn swamp stop any mercenary An' check the British bullets in his armory Sandinista Que? Sandinista Sandinista
Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing six
I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago I saw an army of rebels, dancing on air I dreamed as I slept, I could see the camp-fires A song of the battle
Someone lights a cigarette while riding in a car Some ol' guy takes a swig and passes back the jar But where they were last night no one can remember
It's up to you, not to heed the call up And you must not act, the way you were brought up Who knows the reasons, why you have grown up? Who knows the
Start the car, let's make a midnight run Across the river to South London To dance to the latest hi-fi sound Of the bass, guitar and drum Seeking out
No! Gangboss no! We don't want the whip! As you get weaker We don't want no gangboss We want to equalize We gang, we want to equalize till No! Gangboss
Atom secrets, secret leaflet Have the boys found the leak yet? The molehill sets the wheel in motion His downfall picks up locomotion You gotta give
Well I'm running, police on my back I've been hiding, police on my back There was a shooting, police on my back And the victim well he won't come back
As the floods of God Wash away sin city They say it was written In the page of the Lord But I was looking For that great jazz note That destroyed The
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The magnificent seven Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants
Have you ever asked yourself Who holds the key that winds up Big Ben? Right Channel: Silicone on Sapphire Left Channel: Connection R: My prerogative
Must I get a witness for all this misery? There's no need to, brothers, everybody can see That it's, one more time in the ghetto You know, one more time