paroles de chanson Haile Selassie Karate - Pharoahe Monch feat. Mr. Porter
[Chorus
- Mr.
Porter]
I
said
I
ain't
gangsta
even
though
I
grew
up
in
the
hood
I
just
wanna
feed
my
people,
so
misunderstood
Struggling
(struggling),
hustling
(hustling),
trying
to
make
it
right
I
just
wanna
spread
the
light
to
help
us
free
our
minds
[Break]
Well
oh
yeah,
you
are
now
in
tune
to
www
dot
fuckthemmotherfuckersradio
Where
you
will
only
hear
racial
shit
[Verse
1- Pharoahe
Monch]
E
pluribus
unum,
all
seeing
eye,
ocular
exam
The
apocalypse,
back
by
popular
demand
Innocuous
but
still
leave
a
stage
with
blood
in
my
hand
for
the
populous
Put
a
fist
in
the
sky
"Licensed
to
kill"
italicized
into
my
ID
or
"Rocky
Illuminati"
Haile
Selassie
Karate,
John
"The
Beast"
Mugabi
King
Jaffe
in
the
lobby
with
the
fur
made
of
a
lion
The
eye
of
hoarse
mouths,
I
am
vibrant
Prominent
constellations
of
Orion
(whoa!)
The
reason
why
my
stars
are
in
alignment
(uh)
The
renegade,
Allahu
Akbar,
rock
star
Tossing
homemade
grenades,
CD's
at
NYPD
cop
cars
Just
to
get
the
revolution
to
pop
off
Fraudulent
stock,
funded
with
Louis
Vuitton
knock-offs
Hijacking
helicopters,
detonate
your
metropolis
While
I'm
in
the
cockpit,
politicking
like
Stephanopoulos
And
my
oesophagus
is
quite
atomic
when
I
vomit
It's
bioengineered
urbanomics
The
formula:
truth
divided
by
innovative
ebonics
Times
smooth
lime,
crushed
ice
and
a
splash
of
tonic
Nigga
my
past
lies
are
astronomic
Smoking
hash
in
a
cathedral
with
Nostradamus
At
mass,
discussing
Martin
Luther's
"Free
at
Last"
speech
Step
on
my
British
Walkers
get
your
ass
beat
[Chorus]
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