Tekst Utworu

Yo broad daylight, anywhere we see them on sight It couldve full moon twilight, me looking for the food and a fight First class ticket and a flight Good life no parasites Beca if you gona get your hands dirty Just make sure you sanitize Million march Million walk Million bars Million talks Million darg'arts In the discord But none of it's gona make a difference to the cause Million march Million walk Million bars Million talks Million darg'arts in the discord But none of it's gona make a difference Cos we're fed up of the struggle Send for the shovel Cah if you're gona fling stone look out for the rubble There aint no light at the end of the tunnel We strike them like lightning ah some me dargs juggle Cos we're fed up of the struggle Send for the shovel Cah if you're gona fling stone look out for the rubble There aint no light at the end of the tunnel We strike them like lightning Ah so we get even Ah so we get fed When we're looking for the food It's more than bread When we pull up full force Fresh three course Nobody wana talk when it's copper and lead Ah so we get even Ah so we get fed Can't take man for eediat, take man for pleb Pull up full force Fresh three course Nobody wana talk when it's copper and lead, them dead Manor. Respect my manor. Banner Black bandana Grammar Or hammer Broad daylight with the militants No cloak or dagger Manor. Respect my manor. Banner Black bandana Grammar Or hammer Broad daylight with the militants No cloak or dagger Yo run up on them ina de broad daylight Cah we're tired of the leftovers Convoy full up of the best soldiers Paid in full then we takeover Rah Run up on them ina de broad daylight Cah we're tired of the leftovers Convoy full up of the best soldiers Paid in full then we takeover Yeh, takeover. Long time manna wait but now the wait's over Circle and buss up the place round here We've got the military ready pon base Ey, yo. Takeover. Long time manna wait but now the wait's over Circle and buss up the place round here We've got the military ready pon base Listen, ready fi shell it, Live on tele Dargs them ready Food for the belly Weed affi smelly A bun them already So no bother ask me no question Let me say that again Listen, ready fi shell it, Live on tele Dargs them ready Food for the belly Weed affi smelly A bun them already So no bother ask me no question
Writer(s): Kevin Richard Martin, Marc Veira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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