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[Intro]
Bismillah ir Rhman ir Raheem Def on the speak Epic on the beat [Verse 1] Champion chronicle, M Def remarkable A breeze through the street Like the most potent ganja fume The non-stoppable 'A' article arsenal True legendary Zulu Johnny stomper dude Held responsible, bright, black, phenomenal M mastered the magical, ceremony classical Black hand touch the intangible, strong hold And get *'em all* with or without the barcode Y'all know, who stay frontin' like y'all don't Stay gone, brother stay home keep the K close At the crime court keep a case low Flaco got to keep *a face* though Baby, make no mistake about it I remember them days without it Vibrated a major wattage My gate safe and solid My flow translate to major dollars New ways and options New days new plagues and problems News page all the rave about him "It's so good, so hood, nothin' changed about him" You know... [Chorus] It just gets better with time It's like a greater later winner eve-ry time I got the will and the skill That the building can't kill, that's real Who that? The Undeniable True that, the most incredible Your M deffer, the Undeniable [Verse 2] Cool ways are the sake of my time I get paid even if they don't pay me no mind, you know... The days and times be frustrating the mind They youngbloods But discover such danger they shine, its so... Necessary that I come with the raw The magnetic, the sure, the most magical pure, *G Bank*... So bear witness to the actual fact It's no trick or a magical act Supernatural black, Dante this exclusively style Spread love baby move it around You know... [Chorus] It just gettin better with time It's like a greater later winner eve-ry time I got the will and the skill That the building can't kill, that's real Who that? The Undeniable True that, the most incredible Your M deffer, the Undeniable [Outro] Ture Magic True Magic True Magic Magic... Bank...(shh shh shh...) It just gettin better with time... I got the will and the skill... That's real... The Undeniable... M Def... (Ha ha ha) Don't Stop...Keep on [Boogeyman] Yes sir, yes ma'am, yes y'all. |
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| 2. |
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What it is, what you want?
Live your life right Make the beat the bump It's like one for the treble Two for the bass Three for the pretty babies up in the place The undeniable Come to the party in a B-boy stance I rock on the mic And the world wanna dance Fly like a dove That come from up above I'm rockin on the mic And you can call me Mos love Little homie you can call it what you want But you can't call it weak And you can't call it chump And looking like that Babe you need to call me up Seven eighteen D-a-n-t-e, one what? These jokers don't want none And all the pretty mommies want some Tell 'em come BK do it how Biggie say Spread love R. Harrison, throw it on get 'em up Dispirit and raw till they can't get enough Haters get it twisted Real niggaz get it done Buck down like a live round Not a dum dum, bop bop And you know, you know (make 'em say) (No matter how hard you try You can't stop us now) Yea, the undeniable (There ain't no future in fronting So just love me now) Yea, the undeniable So I start a flow just want y'all to know just who your listening to Black Dante So listen let me tell ya Who I am, and how I do The undeniable Respect a foundation that they can't hold And it's bullet, shatter, and earthquake proof See how I drop the jewel It's the golden rule A-B-C Always be cool They need to teach it at every school It's the A-B-Y Always be you Def, and I always been true Real, true Skill, true Ill Ghetto world I know exactly how it feels (Some go work, and some go steal) Children grow, women produce And we rock on no matter what what you do (No matter how hard you try You can't stop us now) Yea, the undeniable (There ain't no future in fronting So just love me now) Yea, the undeniable Yea, the undeniable, spread love y'all 6x spread love, it's the Brooklyn way 13x spread love, [alternating] every day, Brooklyn way, can't deny, no matter how hard you try [Singing] can't deny, can't deny, can't deny spread love you can give us a one Uh, What it is, what you want Get your mind right It's the beat to bump It's like one for the treble, two for the bass Make no mistake, you are rockin with Black Dante The undeniable Ha, Yea, The undeniable Fantastic Raw, dynamic, and real You got the feel Yea, the undeniable Spread love Undeniable Spread love Yeah, the undeniable Brooklyn way So good to you So hood to you. |
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| 3. |
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You are the one
You are the one Other brothers just don't know You got to feel me on this one man So real I'm so sin-serious about it, you know? I know, I know more than a few is gonna relate So much more than a few (fa-really real) So much more (on the really real!) When it started I knew it was trouble But you know me Them "hard an' e'rythings" can't hold me I need some shit straight out the movies -DRAMA! Warm to the touch, hot mama You put me all in like launch jeans and scama You was Mrs. Mine So fine Went from "we gonna conquer it all" To "nigga I'ma see you in court" I woulda never thought (damn) I guess I better think again (you know?) OK, now the shit is really sinking in We ain't just divorced We ain't even fucking friends Cause in the end it was all about the ends But fuck that I know it gotta be more to it Held up with bitter hate with crosses all through it And when I looked, what did I see? You on the other end crying like me Expression on your face like, "how could this be?" That's what I'm asking, "what the fuck happened?" How could all the magic and passion just vanish (c'mon) Went from outsanding, to makin' me shout, "Dammit!" Can't explain the changes, behavior's is outlandish Now I'm just stuck in the road feeling stranded I'm in the dark wishing for the answers On some ol' "Biggie gimme one more chance" shit When we met your face so brown Ya ass so round, of course I'm so down Wish I knew then what the fuck I know now Couldn't read the signs in the road: "SLOW DOWN!" I'm too deep in the road now Got me pulling over getting smoked out Fighting tears that I can't hold down Can't believe it, this fucka' got me weeping I keep it a secret so my friends won't peep it (live man?) But late in the evening I'm up, my chest heaving I'm reaching in the dark and I'm looking for the reason (WHY!) Did our love have to die? You and I were so fucking fly Can't get it off my mind The things that made me smile now make me cry You are the one FUCK YOU!! I wish we never met, I wish we never kissed I wish we never touched (I swear to God) I wish I didn't love you so much I wish I could forget how feel, how you f- (Damn) That's a lie The shit that made me smile, now make me cry You are the one You're the one! FUCK YOU!! Sometime I wish we'd come back Man, I wish we'd come back No lie For real Fuck that No, for real It's a dangerous necessity, it's a world famous mystery Love That's it Peace. |
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| 4. |
| 2:53 |
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Quick question...
You ever felt like the realest nigga alive? Felt too pretty or powerful to die? Tell the truth... You ever felt ugly enough to cry? Have you ever begged for mercy? Have you ever wished you died? Tell the truth... Have you ever taken pride in the crime? Been too hungry to break down or hide? Felt low down dirty? Or super duper high? Or contemplated murder, robbery, or suicide? Tell the truth... Taken medicine for trouble in your mind? Or taken down a number? For taking up a scheme? I made her wild, beautiful take her 'til she skeet? Take her to the penthouse or take her to the skreet? Tell the Truth... So the waterman he take it to the beat And I take it to the 'mic So we takin' what we like Take it to your neck We gon' take it to the bank Triple X, Killa K Black we take it to your face Like, G..."BANK BANK" [Chorus] Gangsta, birth sign is danger It's like thug is the drug That make 'em fall in love When love don't love nobody BANK, BANK Gangsta, star sign is danger It's like thug is the drug Ready rock, steady pump Man they leanin' and they fiendin' Cuz they can't get enough... The Dee-Jay play this song in the dance And every buggy on the block got the tune on blast The TV is like the radio with visuals too So shiny, so gutter, mean moody and cool Tell the truth... They might be doing things that you wanna' do You fantasize as they be living it through The big home with the beautiful view You have a swim in the pool, and get fresh And take a spin in the coupe Tell the truth... You probably want to feel the world in your palm While hold a gun in your hand And make 'em know you a star Tell the truth... And there's those who probably already are They well known in they zone Or they town or they block Tell the truth... Then there's the rest who are usually not And the heavy dose of thug feel like all that they got So they ready to rock...R-r-rock... Ha, ha, heh [Chorus] Gangsta, birth sign is danger It's like thug is the drug That make 'em fall in love When love don't love nobody [Gunshots, screaming] Gangsta, star sign is danger It's like thug is the drug Ready rock, steady pump Man they leanin' and they fiendin' Cuz they can't get enough... [beat rides out] |
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| 6. |
| 2:36 |
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Hey hey, ha ha say what say what
Ha ha bust it yo Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey Cuz it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Best in the world and all USA It's the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Place where I rest is on my born day Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect Watch the world go by and my thought connect I think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and young I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function Throw on my Izod, say a little something When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I'm only buggin Fast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team my seed I must proceed at God's speed to perform my deed Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five For as long as I'm alive, paw I got to strive I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts Nickname Bucktown cuz we grown to outburst Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch back Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes The fourth largest, first artist, Brooklyn is the place Settled by the judge many years ago Three billion strong and here we go GOOD MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM!!! Ha (back up back up back up back up back up) [repeated in background] Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at Unlike any place I ever been at The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps Have a mishap, push ya wig back Where you go to get the fresh trim at Four on the jake got the Timb rack Blue collars metro carding it Thugs mobbin it, form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off Big dogs that trick off just get sent off They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off It's real yo but still yo, it's love here And it's felt by anybody that come here Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here Must be something that they really want here One year as a resident, deeper sentiment Shoutout "Go Brooklyn!", they representin it Sittin on they front stoop sippin Guinesses Usin native dialect in they sentences From the treeline blocks to the tenaments To the Mom & Pop local shop menaces Travel all around the world in great distances And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's why we it The Planet Not a borough or a prov, it's our style that's uncalm From ?sun? to the ? to the Lafayette Gardens White ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket linings Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown's Village Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties The cats out in Starite City gettin busy To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy Bushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy My Flatbush posse, generals of armies When it's time to form, just call me And let this song be, playin loud in Long B If you love Bucktown STRONGLY! RAISE IT UP! Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at Live sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back It's where you find the news tool crew cameras at It's where my fam is at, summertime jame is at They play Big and get you open like a sandal back Hotter than candle wax, hustlin you can't relax The crack babies tryin to find where they mama's at It's off the handle black, wit big police scandals that Turn into actions screenplays sold to Miramax The type of place where they check your appearance at And cats who know where all the hot 'lo gear is at The stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is that Be blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin back The doorstep where the disposessed posted at Dope fiends out at Franklin Ave sellin zovarax You big ballin better keep your money folded back Cuz once the young guns notice that it's over, black Brooklyn keep on takin it, worldwide we known for that Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax The place I sharpen up my baritone vocals at Where one of the greatest MC's was a local cat |
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| 5:15 |
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[Intro:]
So there's a story about the lady in Louisiana She's a flood survivor and the rescue teams They come through, and they, I guess tryna recover people And they see this women she's wadin through the streets I guess it'd been some time after the storm And I guess they were shocked that you know she was alive And rescue worker said, "So, oh my God h-how did you survive How did you do it? Where've you been?" And she said, "Where I been? Where you been?" Hah, Where you been? You understand? That's about the size of it. [Mos Def:] This for the streets, the streets everywhere The streets affected by the storm called... America I'm doin this for y'all, and for me, for the Creator. God save these streets One dollar per every human being Feel that Katrina clap See that Katrina clap. Listen, homey, it's Dollar Day in New Orleans It's water water everywhere and people dead in the streets And Mr. President he bout that cash He got a policy for handlin the niggas and trash And if you poor you black I laugh a laugh they won't give when you ask You better off on crack Dead or in jail, or with a gun in Iraq And it's as simple as that No opinion my man it's mathematical fact Listen, a million poor since 2004 And they got ...illions and killions to waste on the war And make you question what the taxes is for Or the cost to reinforce, the broke levee wall Tell the boss, he shouldn't be the boss anymore Y'all pray amin God save, these streets One dollar per every human being Feel that Katrina clap See that Katrina clap God save, these streets Quit bein' cheap nigga freedom ain't free Feel that Katrina clap See that Katrina clap Lord have mercy Lord God God save our soul A God save our soul, a God A God save our souls Lord God God save our soul A God save our soul soul soul Soul survivor It's Dollar Day in New Orleans It's water water everywhere and babies dead in the streets It's enough to make you holler out Like where the fuck is Sir Bono and his famous friends now Don't get it twisted man I dig U2 But if you ain't about the ghetto then fuck you too Who care bout rock 'n roll when babies can't eat food Listen homie man that shit ain't cool It's like Dollar Day for New Orleans It's water water everywhere and homies dead in the streets And Mr. President's a natural ass He out treatin niggaz worse than they treat the trash God save, these streets One dollar per every human being Feel that Katrina Clap See that Katrina Clap God save, these streets Quit bein cheap nigga freedom ain't free! Feel that Katrina Clap See that Katrina Clap Soul survivor God God God save our soul A God save our soul A God, a God save our soul Lord God God save our soul A God save our soul a God a God save Lord did not intend for the wicked to rule the world Say God did not intend for the wicked to rule the world God did not intend for the wicked to rule the world And even when they knew it's a matter of truth Before they wick-ed ruling is through God save, these streets A Dollar Day for New Orleans God save, these streets Quit bein cheap homie freedom ain't free God save these streets One dollar per every human being Feel that Katrina Clap See that Katrina Clap God save these streets Quit bein cheap nigga freedom ain't free! Feel that Katrina Clap! Ha Ghetto Katrina Clap! Ha Soul survivor Lord God God save our soul A God save God save our soul Feel that Katrina Clap Let's make them dollars stack And rebuild these streets God save these streets God save these streets God save the soul! Feel that Katrina Clap See that Katrina Clap Soul survivor Don't talk about it, be about it Peace. |
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| 2:01 |
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The emperor, subjects, and his dogs
Fuck you all Napoleon's dynamite blew up in his face Yoo busy handin out plates, now get yourself a taste Yum, gravy over lips seekin tongues Price that you pay for thinkin e'rybody dumb Green and googly wide-eyed and surprised Brows and lashes, honey mustaches, fried bride Effort to little hit now holla cry pride When the opposition forces came to take him back Jack (Always gonna be hounded fella, by the police) Oh-me-oh-me-oh-my, we don't assume Secretly you probably relate Loud lung tyrant, now you be quiet Husheth, thou dost protesth too mucheth Your deeds are on file, take your testament is bupkis I feel like Lazarus, steppin out the grave To give reporters of his death, the world's greatest nay It ain't hear or say, you can see it for your own two Sucker or get close and feel it if you want to But I know you, you won't and can't do Seamstress and lies are bustin up your handle Palms and fingertips on ultra-blister You crossed a good dude now he cued the ultra-disher Shell position fill your old tradition self Machine gun ran in the pad and clipped himself Now your project sinks up leakin Hand over head and the sticky red is seepin Weepin willow goin onry ape shit Little homey onlooker shout,"He ain't gon' make it!" The moment where bullies find God Dumb-ass, he been on the scene all along Tried to help you steer clear, you sped up to the climax The brick wall on your cheeks worse than Imax Heavy child I know you wish you never tried black Dante air blow craft you can't hijack Yes, but really I digress Let me step aside and let the EMS clean up the drecks Extra gore soak the medics to they own asshole I pray peace on your soul now BEGONE~! Movin on, to deeper brighter better and more Free. |
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| 3:27 |
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This is a song, got two lyrics
Very simple and plain we can all sing together Nobody has to feel left out Join in, this is the song people need to be singing right now When they tell you you can't, you shouldn't, you won't Tell 'em this There is a way No matter what they say [Repeat: x4] Don't give up, don't give in [Repeat: x8] |
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| 4:39 |
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A night where beautiful life is real
The mathematic to acting still The unfamiliar the warm embrace The family ties and the stranger's face The lighting thunder the power steed The what it is and the what is believed The strong connections desire to need The waking now or the moment to dream The laugh the murmur the moan and the scream The voice of reason somewhere in between The one and all the me and the we The I and I the thou and the thee A man a design a child of the streets The daily chore the impossible feat The drum the chorus phenomenal beat Easy to touch and the harder to reach The sweetest fruit in the top of the tree The sun the moon the stars and the breeze I'm coming to it, and it's coming to me I'm getting ready |
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| 3:26 |
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The murder of a teenage life
Fire from the cold steel The heat from the brights The temperature of flesh and the shortness of breath The murder of a teenage threat The aroma of sesamilia Dollar Superstar Skama like a new cocaine tobacco leaf Ecstatic tabernists fire water and freaks The murder of a teenage chief My easy speaking is as easy as it seems to be Hungry belly jamma busts off easily Balloon bang. POP! Hot as a bang spot in Bangkok Colder than a pimp glock Aim shot, the frame drops Pressure pushed him to the earth like a rain drop Take not life in vein And how the preacher was saying Remember! Anyways they laid him in a stray box Dark suit and gray socks The neighborhood is all distraught Candles lit the stoop at the park Where the family and students are Confused, in awe They gape into each others arms IT'S MURDER! New absence from a mothers arm Even the warmth from the mother's arms Couldn't keep her son from harm From standing where the gun was drawn Over come, done and done. He's gone… MURDER! Shells fell like a bell that rung Blood bursts, body temperature fell and plunged And by the time it took the medics to come The breath eased out of his lungs And his soul eased out of the slums And the voice eased out of the drums The sirens through their ears, they sung MURDER! Telephone wire, sneakers hung MURDER! For the Black and young MURDER!!!!!!!!!!! And the Aves they from I am from the block the PRESIDENT DID NOT CAMPAIGN ON Where the dollar that the working poor slave for is made on Where hustlers stretch the yay long And hustle hard for an outpost to trade on Flip it over and make more Where the blocks are yellow taped off Where the young blood is trained on Obese to the Fakesoft Where the pressure just stays on But the lights and the heat don't The place where you witness the true power of street folk And that's where I'm coming from people High post, low key Eighth, o-z, and kilo Law man, dope man Adversary, amigo Preacher man, pimp hand Both folding their C-notes A Black Fist clutching deliverance for the People Young hand reach out, strong hand reach in Slap the devil's hand to make the fucker stop reaching. |
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| 4:11 |
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<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Hip hop, modern time, flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature I can't remember being this bored Fake bonanza, there come real wars Bullets burn through the candy on the driver side door Long investigations and no firm lead, billion dollar flow And black life is still cheap Your rent skyrockets and y'all prospects plummet Ten murders, ten days, this summer Talk about today's mathematics, a eighth, an O, a key And the caliber on your rack, shit The inmate number, the centerfolds for measurement Is close as a coed cell come to some tendon-is I heard them say it was all about the Benjamins I don't believe it now, didn't believe it then, fuck wutcha heard You believe wutcha want, the truth is what it is, it be what it been Get rich, shorty just tryna live Don't believe in heaven and ain't tryna get in And hell is everyday, fuck the world anyway Potion and sips, spark up a clip, FADE AWAY! <i>[Hook]</i> The low lights, tree top heights Be careful how you move the traps are covered in the lights Landmines be disguised as welcome signs I'll repeat it so you ain't got to press rewind The landmines be disguised as welcome signs Black fresh from Iraq, a wild look in his eyes, missing part of his arm What the fuck is your problem!? Ohh lord! Fake Bonanza! <i>[Verse 2]</i> Gladiator, circus world Glamour, pussy, pimp, ho good to serve this world Paranoid, if she trick a nigga nervous world Shade-tonic natural order in reversal world The ipod, no God, zero circle world The blow-a turtle world, smoke from the purple world The killer murder world, hamburger murder world Open twenty-four hours, all about them dollars Pretty poison, devoid choices Cold coffee and more coffers, fake bonanza <i>[2x]</i> Huh? What? I don't understand ya! What they talking bout save they soul, ohh lord, save they soul! Help them reach the goal, peace! <i>[4x]</i> You know, peace <i>[3x]</i>, boogieman! Don't be scared Ohh lord, save they soul <i>[2x]</i> Ohh lord, save my soul <i>[2x]</i> Please Boogieman <i>[Outro]</i> Woke up this morning with my, my state don't fade and said I Had the baddest feeling, maybe you stayed on my mind, said I <i>[2x]</i> Woke up this morning in my, my state, I'm dreaming, dreaming Ain't nothing even.....dreaming, praying, keeping Woke up this morning and my mind stayed on freedom Woke up this demon that keep staying on my mind Said, woke up this morning and my mind stayed on freedom It makes no difference what people say, AHHHHHHHHH |
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| 5:47 |
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The summit, the peaks
The plains and the valley The ballad, the fog, the bank with the alley The waking hour, the moment, the dream The moaning, the murmur, the laughter, the scream The filling beginning, the quiet finale Eh eh eh eh lifetime, lifetime Keep keeping on Maintain the rock, keep up the rock The lights in the plaza meant there's something fantastic The moment I met you, the first look was like magic Yeah, there's the way that it is and the way that it feels There's the distance between the ideal and the bills Yet, I see all the numbers, I still lull for the dreamer I thank God for the dreamers, lifetime [Repeat: x2] Keep keeping on Maintain the rock, keep up the rock Maintain the spot, keep up the block Maintain the rock, keep up the rock I know this much is true We don't wanna be lonely Whether kind or you're cruel, be you no more oh lonely The riot is easy and the silence is loud You can build yourself up by just turning things down We will fashion the law, so why should we feel lonely? When forever is only, lifetime [Repeat: x2] Keep keeping on Maintain the rock, keep up the block Maintain the rock, keep up the rock Lifetime [Repeat: x13] |
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