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Thinking of all my Peoples
Lyrics by Samuel Nash
Music by Fabien Préaux
REFRAIN
To all my people all over the world..
You're on time
Keep a strong mind
It's anotherloving long climb
Right place at the wrong time
Better than the wrong place
Why the long face?
Life's a short crime
VERSE
Got a couple
Good friends with good times
Good people what matters is good air and good lives
Missed tape got a million
mixtape got a couple
Playing too much lotto
is a whole(hole), lotta trouble
Bubble wrap; poppin!
No, get it shipped safe
These words travel a world spinning round with this weight
But the divine makes twists and turns and double-backs
Used to sweat the little things, no time fi double traps
Grizzly, Pharaoh Monche said get up on that grind date!
Arrow blazing in a maze and racing on those lines straight
Sometimes
The sun times ain't good for nothin but a tan
Free like this speech until you hear something from da man
The glare is hard, one out of two ain't a bad one
Think about my duns and the crews and the numb times
Thinking to self,
Somedays I and the I look
Staring hard for a scar and an I-book
REFRAIN
To all my people all over the world..
You're on time
Keep a strong mind
It's anotherloving long climb
Right place at the wrong time
Better than the wrong place
Why the long face?
Life's a short crime
VERSE
Proof the weight
Works out ya whole structure..
Clues are traits
Now search out the whole function..
Dues are late
No need to move in haste
21-1-3 different degrees
Like breeze
Keeps us moving and moving in and moving space
To each and every point
Every dot
Every face, every pace and plot
Out there, not wasting spots for squat
Flip the craft and it becomes
what a
life-line is
To my timeline, yo what up?
Days ain't disattached
The melees whistle past
But he stoic and he know it
So all heydays fit the grasp
It's called no sleep
You call, and won't cheep
Bird was the word, all in all
These rookies so sheep
There's a subset
Some call em jedis
This dude Wolfgang with the slang always red-eyed
The winner is the loser,
not scared to fail
What is success when at heart you know you suck less
REFRAIN
To all my people all over the world..
You're on time
(Keep a) strong mind
It's anotherlovin' long climb
Right place at the wrong time
Better than the wrong place
Why the long face?
Life's a short crime
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This Man
Lyrics by Samuel Nash
Music by Fabien Préaux
VERSE
This man, he chose to walk away
And it wouldn't be the end of the story so soon
This man he chose to walk today
The beginning of the end of his glory assumed
Was right around the turn
You can crash but your life ain't gotta burn
He walked many miles
with every step you gotta earn
Didn't gawk at any styles, they talked too many times
No need to listen to what you can't see
You can see off those many faces; awkward metaphysics
Everyone's got an opinion like a head to visit
The point is, it's moving
There is no point you can refer (to)
Hey, there is no point that can occur
Until you stop moving
Still your top's moving
You can drop two things or will you drop the third?
Or will you stop to swerve
Do we ever got the nerve to knock the next man?
One ting can lead to another
Not to flex man.
Don't be so over-self righteous
Don't be so over-self righteous
REFRAIN
Recognize we re-collide and that's a good ting
Records ride but effort flies and that's a hood swing
Kept the prize and repped the pride; the lie is good bling
Yet to slide, we bet the tide will bring a good king(x2)
VERSE
The man is still walkin', staggering; near crawling
The man ain't on the ball, is the man still balling?
Anti-gravity, is the man still falling?
Has he already fallen?
Is that man just stalling?
If life is a flight, then the push is a tall wind
Or a summer soft breeze; smog as in Harlem
No need the word stardom, we stars and we already smart
Shine the light on blind eyes
It's already art
Don't be so over self.
Don't be so over self.
Don't be so over self, righteous man.
REFRAIN
Recognize we re-collide and that's a good ting
Records ride but effort flies and that's a hood swing
Kept the prize and repped the pride; the lie is good bling
Yet to slide, we bet the tide will bring a good king(x2) and that's a good ting
Records ride but effort flies and that's a hood swing
Kept the prize and repped the pride; the lie is good bling
Yet to slide, we bet the tide will bring a good king(x2)
REPRISE
Don't be so over self.
Don't be so over self.
Don't be so over self, righteous man.
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TWO MILE
Lyrics by Barbara Smith, Carlton Livingston and Jumaine Green
Music by Fabien Préaux
INTRO:
A me little Annette aka Lady Ann
A two mile me come from straight outa the 13.
HOOK:
Two mile we come from, two mile we come from, two mile we come from, WESTERN KINGSTON
A Two mile we come from, two mile we come from, two mile we come from, KINGSTON 13
Born inna jublie, grow up a two mile, Waltham,Oakland,
Me say down a brotherton me a tell you straight up a Payne land
A deh so two mile start from, A deh so two mile start from.
HOOK:
Two mile,(Crescent Road) we come from outa two mile, (Waltham Lane)
Two mile,(Wha me say) ,(Wha me say) we come from outa two mile
Me see man get shot right down the lane
Jump in and jump out raid down the lane
Young girls molested by Raper man
Life could be bitter, Life could be sweet
Thank you father, me survived the mean street’s
Politicians fictions time look bleak
Me never give up, me never get weak
HOOK:
Two mile,(Mackoy Lane) we come from outa two mile)
Two mile,(Jomo) we come from outa two mile
Jah Thomas, Linval, Tapper, and Bwoy Bwoy
Me a big up to all the stickman them
RIP to the best a them me say ribbitt to Aston Prof.
HOOK:
Two mile,(33 Lane) we come from outa two mile
Two mile,(25 Lane) we come from outa two mile (Delamare)
Born inna jublie, grow up a two mile, Waltham, Oakland, (Shulamn boothie)
Brotherton (A dehso ratbat come from) (A dehso ratbat come from) (Duck)
Trinity, Dillinger and Al Campbell, Barrington,Tristan and me Lady Ann
Two mile we come from outa two mile,
A dehso we hail from, A two mile we hail from
Two mile, we come from outa two mile,
Two come (Tappa Zukie,Mr Tipsy) from outa two mile,
Two mile, (Bunny Lee) we come from outa two mile,
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Authorized to Win
Lyrics by Samuel Nash
Music by Fabien Préaux
VERSE
The reason that he left home remains
Classified
Classes fly
Business class for jackets and dapper tie
Assets high in the portfolio
As goalies go
A save can be valuable when the goalie and the goal need growth
Clash with why, if you and you need to
The I and I see you like eye and eye seize
The need to clash one never ever can see thru
the siege, true
The better, better. Capiche dude?
So its false like wetter weather
But whether west or east
The reach moves;
Too often it offers to seek new
Sleek rides to drive and dine; wine and street food.
Street side like five and dime; climb and sweet mood
Is a prize a prize or a matter of pride
What are you searching for,
Four to shatter the lie?
Scatter the wide angle vision and gather the blind
Rather than try tangle system lets chat with the (you fill in the rest). [mind]
REFRAIN
Hey, we are authorized to win(x2)
And who pays the bi I ill
Still
Is it I or I?(x2)
VERSE
Give him a life angled different than lather and highs
Within a knife angle, is the instance the camera dies
When the camera's dead, head, no camera lies
Like the way you angle your head and span with your eyes
Not the way that we dread
What is planned in reprise
When revenge is served
Cold justice is never hot
Tepid at best we never separate separate messes
We take the loss just over cost and step out our senses
Why settle in the first place.. accepted defeat
Except it is accepted deceit letting the cost repeat
But we maintain
And dont stop the rock
Maintain
While shots they flow "Watch your knot"
REFRAIN
Hey, we are authorized to win(x2)
And who pays the bi I ill
Still
Is it I or I?(x2)
REPRISE
Now wonder
How you keep from going under..
Now, now you wonder
How to keep from going under
(Melle Mel)
*maintain the roots dont stop the roots
DONT STOP THE ROOTS AND YOU GOT TO ROCKSTEADY
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