クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregg Green
Gregg Green
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregg Green
Gregg Green
Lyrics
Chris Latham
Chris Latham
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pimpernel Jones
Pimpernel Jones
Producer

歌詞

Yo, check the words from the morgue by the door
They want you blind, deaf and drunk and high like a skunk
So you credit to your race when you're staying in your place
When you move outta line, they show their true face
Yo, let me speak up on it, let me do it like this
When we put it on, you know you can't resist
Got something funky for you, spending all the sixes
Sizzling like soul food on a deli hot plate
Sixes, every people feeling the weight
Time to get ready, do whatever it takes
To get your body right, get your mind in shape
As you get down, get down, New York, my state
Traffic bar pull up, park bench pressing
Welcome to the session, come on in and get your lesson
We prepping for the world 'cause the devil be testing
The status of our crime, heights, we manifesting
Streets is depressin', people feeling the hate
That's why we meditate and decorate our minds with thoughts
Great to penetrate the gloom and alleviate the doom
Celebrate like Parkway Parade at high noon
Mind over matter, it's a matter of fact
You change the way you think, rearrange the way you act
May seem strange, but it's a ripple effect
Life can get you high like a cloud of corn tacks
Uh, mind over matter, mind's great scatter
Fry deep in chicken batter, yeah, what you eat matters
Much like the words you use, choose wisely
The power depending, the tongue is mighty
Really wanna know why there's so many fools
Looking what the Rockefellers teach you in school
Never will they fan the flames of revolution
The only mind state to think is greater than blind faith
Know the type of thing to get you led to the slaughter
Like the many wars fought outside of the border
Now what is it good for?
To sow in the destruction and global corruption?
Absolutely nothing, we got twenty twin knowledge
Wisdom teachers on the block
Wise heads be parenting and dreaming of crops
Troops on the stoop armed with the ballistic
Ammunition for holistic revolution like a mystic
Yeah, we see it
We know what you're doing
You've been murdering, killing
From the beginning, uh
Don't know why you wanna act
Like you will never live
You can't bomb the world
And claim you're innocent, uh
Malcolm said it
You hypocrite
Lumumba said it
Yes, he did
You hypocrite
Madiba said it
You hypocrite
Fela said it
You hypocrite
Marley said it
You hypocrite
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