Thin Line Between Law & Rape

It's our mess, AIDS Let's look back to the motherland (...In your age, but a wedding gift) (The prestige of the white man) (That means everything you stand for, and it is the only weapon you two will have) (Prestige, that is enough to deserve you) (Yes, sir) (And I'll try to remember, if you-) Right, right, right, right, right Ya took me from a place Where my race didn't matter And gathered up bodies Without choice So I rather Pass my opinion back Run ya over With my rack and 'pinion Never stop the engine For what my fathers did to the Indian North and South America Plus the Caribbean I got a vendetta 'Cause I know better Better come right out black than a stereotype white No cash flow without work I'm talkin' 'bout the past You busted our ass Now you afraid 'cause I never got paid Now sucka jump No, you can't take whatcha want You can't take whatcha want 'Cause ya took whatcha want Can't get away 'cause we got it on tape (millions and millions of) You can't take whatcha want (people) 'Cause ya took whatcha want Thin line between law and rape Man you know me good and then you losin' me to it All the good things in life, I man appreciate There's a thin line, a thin line between love and hate Thin line, a thin line between law and rape No see me do it, and your final say me do it Ooh, I run things, watch the church and state Thin line, a thin line between love and hate Thin line, a thin line between law and rape You can't take whatcha want Don't ya know We ain't got nothing left 'Cause you took the rest We ain't got jazz, rock Rappin' the lose With a few fat ladies left singin' da blues Go abracadabra to make A wish I can mess with Wonder why I'm under 'Neath a crew I can't get with I never knew land was an acquisition BS from the best man in position Come again with it And get hit like a punk No, you can't take whatcha want You can't take whatcha want 'Cause ya took whatcha want Can't get away 'cause we got it on tape You can't take whatcha want 'Cause ya took whatcha want Thin line between law and rape You can't take whatcha want 'Cause ya took whatcha want Can't get away 'cause we got it on tape (millions and millions of) You can't take whatcha want (people) 'Cause ya took whatcha want It's a thin line between law and rape Life is one road with a lot of sign I got to make up my mind to get me freedom, yes Life is one road with a lot of sign I got to make up my mind to get me freedom, yes (millions and millions of people) It's a pretty mad thing I want, but I wanna take space Me want me freedom Plus all my freedom and vision, I saw the champion Choke me handsome Ah them nuh know me, come fi mess up de version Yes, that the prince, him, him have the backhand Lyrics when mi think the woman be holdin' from me, man But some of them wan' talk but Me want me freedom You can't take whatcha want I open up the trunk I see your phony ass Try to counterfeit funk From land to land To sea to sea All over got the other man Messin' with me Took the motherland Made a slave of my mother and man I got a good man Sayin' goddamn And to hell with Back in the days Unless we go way back To the black ways Always Watch your back If ya crooked don't front, hell no You can't take whatcha want You can't take whatcha want 'Cause ya took whatcha want Can't get away 'cause we got it on tape (millions and millions of) You can't take whatcha want (people) 'Cause ya took whatcha want It's a thin line between law and rape You can't take whatcha want 'Cause ya took whatcha want Can't get away 'cause we got it on tape (millions and millions of) You can't take whatcha want (people) 'Cause ya took whatcha want Thin line between law and rape No, sister, don't cry Hear all the things I'm tellin' people, them say No, sister, don't cry Lord of this mercy Because me fightin' a war You know me a the star Jah be with love You know me nuh wanna war But me be dragged down the room And said it clock like that Man them just a fight me, chew, me face have scars Give me me freedom, the champion, I feelin' yo Give me me freedom, whoa 'Cause me say well upon the lyrics in a different style But pixy man go think he done me wicked and wild Me say, "No, sister, don't cry" Here we go with the num-chuk, yeah, go tell him, say "No, sister, don't cry" Why Polly takes from me? Why? 'Cause me say my, oh my, the people dem ah cry And the lyrics when me fling them, them cannot deny Just look up at di sky, Him form ah kill your eye I know better, this is coming for you and I Lord of this mercy, it's a thin line Chuck upon de rhythm, nuh wanna watch on with eye But if you said him 20, his beer-bobble teeth Me well upon the lyrics, bad boy a bougie Me tip-toe, me mek me call me all the town Channel Your lyrics mek me fling me pon de bag of potion Me say, "No, sister don't cry" Yeah with the rhythm, ciao