work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music
fucked around and started smoking D Every rap I ever made was about this town I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown And even though I love his music
cut, all my partnas tight we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam some Bone and we can jam that Street Military, nigga
the guns they usin', not close to the most of them Quarter rolls, microphones, one, two, revolution Sons due, evolution, in a rhyme, ghetto music In the
love) I had to use a muscle man To pick me off the floor (She is mine) Some people are dancing and some fall in love To the music of military tunes (
my shirt and it hurts and its worse now, hey...fuck you tough guy, no teachers, no parents no classrooms, embarrassed no students, no idols no music,
Power to the music in the streets Power to the music in the streets Power to the music in the streets Power to the music in the streets Who said music
falling from the cherry trees That's what jazz is to me Ten bottles standing in a row military style With hats pulled low over their brows A thousand
working secretly For the military Our experiment in sound Was nearly ready to begin We only know in theory what we are doing Music made for pleasure Music
that guerilla warfare My people stuck in a guerilla warfare Innocent children screamin' in tears You actin' like the army ain't put hell here Military
well-to-do and the struggling. For if ever there was the absence of homeland security it is seen in the gritty roots of hip hop. For the music arises
partnas cut, all my partnas tight we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam some Bone and we can jam that Street Military
[Music & Words: KF] Remember well the 30th of January, The feeling of dread that was in the air. The people marched for their right to equality, They
? Yes, I traded the only player that was bigger than the game And I can't even tell you why 'cuz you'd think I'm insane And that's the truth And the music
die at his feet than live on his knees Don't mistake the forest for trees Off course why try and climb a mountain A baby walk across in tha military
music don't bubble, I feel sorry for your mother 'Cause I will come stickin no doubt I still got one foot in and one out I got one foot in the music,
In the military outpost know as hell We was way too drunk of Muscatel Prone to fail and get thrown in jail From the stories that the TV was known to tell
things up. Friends, these forms cost money. And this money could be going towards a more powerful military; this money could be going towards driving
