Yo gee
Come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on y'all
Get the bost stubost stubost
Coasta coasta New York Post
Yo New York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper cause

How can you be sitting there
Telling me that you care
That you care
When everytime I look around
The people suffer in suffering
In everyway. In everywhere

Na-na-na-na-na
We're the survivors; yes, the black survival

I tell you what
Some people got everythin

Aight, this is how we gon' do it, come on, uh
Birth, she here on the planet Earth
Against the curse of grain and submitted brain
Trained to submit the corporate reign
Radiation range, generation pain, fear
Migraines created by megabytes
Immune the night, every flight, it

Yeah Chuck, this is Griff
That studio session you set up 24 extincts today
I already called to set it up
So I be there takin care of that aaight
Give me a call let me know w'sap

Peace Chuck this is Griff check this (w'dap)
Brothers and sisters, they slow gas
Sleepin

Yeah, uh huh, up top, beware, set it off
Mista (Yo P, yo Slick)
Line 'em to you
Yo Bob
They call me Mista, aight to you
This about report to the commissioner
To you
This about that time, set it off

To all the critics that had me counted out
To all the cynics

No buddah bliss
She musta missed it
Still bangin wit the anger
Kissed a soul sanger
Class of 78 sunset strip
Cause I been outta high 20 years with 30 somethinish peers
What a trip
Never drank beer with the boyz
But the love we shared was for the art of noise
D

Yeah some of y'all flip like wills never got
What we gon do right here is go back
Waaay back
Back into rhyme

We gonna do a song that you never heard before

No comeback stories no corny
Choruses no glories no hallelujahs
No landcruisers no drug users
No grins n

I caught you peekin around the corner
Tryin to see if we left yet
We staked out your shit last night
Feeling the vibe for death
To make you strangle on you blood fluid.
You know it
Sleep walking with the machete saying
Them dogs made you do it, true it
Mr. Machete

[MV BILL]
Sou da terra de ninguém
Onde quem tem manda em quem não tem
Meu país é rico, só divide mal sua riqueza
Muitos com pouco, poucos com muito,
E tratam com frieza quem é de origem favelada,
Vida abalada, dura caminhada
Nosso país com dimensões continentais
Q

Gather 'round us, join with the band
Together we're stronger, together we'll stand
Say what can you do, well, we've got a plan
And we're gonna take you to the promised land

It's time to remember, it's time to move on
They've pushed it too far, they don't know what they've d