't cried still All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock And who the hell can stop these fucked up cops They like to overseaers and we like the slave
are made outcasts. * We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, But we can't avoid that
You do not dig them, so you say Try them, try them and you may Try them and you may, I say Slave drivers on your dollar bills that builds upon your ignorance
hooker, she focused A hopeless soul on a lonely road I showed her all my stones and gold I said, ?Bitch, life is cold, you need to roll with a nigga?
the love burn Rolling out tears like a wave, oh, oh That angel's boy friend left her with nothing But she'll never be his slave You gotta fight, fight
come? [KRS-One] Check it out True underground sound from the Boogie Down Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
and pain It's screaming out your name Hellion -The devil's Hellion child Hellion -will never have to die At the altar of rock 'n' roll you kneel A slave
phone got no soul, yer rolling stone got no soul Yer music scene got no soul, yer answering machine got no soul Yer microdrive, yer toilet slave, you
pain Hex of losses Hell will gain, Blood of children Blood of pig Dig solomon dig dig Dig your grave Be my slave Alot of wicked spirits rave [Chorus:]
Sell me yo soul(11x) I was born a slave, and I'm still a slave, Just because I misbehaved. And you mutha fuckas still tryin' to calm me down, When
devised To snuff out the mind that moves Moving with grace the men despise And women have learned to lose Throw off your shame Or be a slave to the system
to the danger zone When you grab the microphone, this is my rap empire The so called game who get fired, overthrown, stone the devil Stampede, doing religous
come? [krs-one] Check it out True underground sound from the boogie down Uptown downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces Calling out these racists, at rolling stone
the present in the past and future tense I speak to a slave with the voice of obedience I'm a man of a thousand ages You see my face in the stones of
for the things I want Though I know that when you're dead you can't But I'd rather be a free man in my grave Than living as a puppet or a slave
need to explain And there is nothing we could ever say To change the way he feels Where there are debts that have been paid And there's a stone that has been rolled
wives to rot children are slaves of hell uprising hordes rising for war pilgrimage force until the dawn as we arrive, we leave no stone unturned and