I Get it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x08jsQ9BWZI
Second floor of my hotel
Im rollin' up bout' to blaze
It's on now
To this Frankie Beverly and Mase
As our days about to pass
And our days in the past
He said my mind free
So my mind free at last
So much that I dont even drink from a glass

I'd rather find the first fountain I can
And do it fast
Didn't understand the dream of a king
I do the math
Coincidentally on ya birthdays
I ditched the Class
Cause the younger me, dumber me
Was chasin the cash
Chasin the ass
Lowlife with his face in the grass

Ridin home from school
In front of the bus
Not even thinkin bout how
Rosa Parks done it for us
How she stayed behind bars
And she done it for us
And she stayed behind bars
Till she won it for us

| Sometimes I wanna give up |
| Or at least take a break |
| Thats when I close my eyes |
| And see Coretta Scott's face.x2 |

::Nas - Verse 1::

Word up Game

Standin at the Pu
Panoramic view of the seating
Greeting
I've been meanin
To do me some letter readin
To the king, he forever breathin
Your message is never leavin

Some of your homies, fonies
I shu said it when I seen em
Some sleezy bastards
Greedy pastors
Should never be alowed to be
In Ebanezer Baptist Church
In Atlanta
So people be patient
I know theres ghetto grammar

But I'm a street dude
Normally I just speak rude

Martin Luther
The model of truth
But hate killed em
Nobel peace prize winner
They duplicate the feelin

As a kid, I aint relate really
I sell your dream speak jokely
Till your world awoken me

First I thought you was passive
Soft one to ass kiss
I was young
But honest, I was feelin Muhammed
I aint even know the strip
You had to have the march

You were more than talk
The first real Bravehart
We miss you.

::Game - Verse 2::

The word ******
Is nothin like nigga
Dont sound shit like
Like game like Jigga
One came before the other
Like aim and pull the trigga

Wanna slang for my brotha
Wanna hang and take his picture
The rope aint tight enough
He still alive, go fix it
Pour some gasoline on em
Call his daughters Black Bitches
Make em pick cotton
While his momma cleanin up the kitchen
Same cotton in white tees
Thats the cotton they was pickin
If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march?
I know Obama would
But would Hillary take part?

Great minds think great thoughts
The pictures I paint
Make the Mona Lisa look like fake art

I feel the pain of Nelson Mandella
Because when it rains, it pours
I need Rihanna's umbrella
For Coretta Scott's tear drops
When she got the phone call that
The future just took a fuckin headshot

I wonder why Jesse Jackson didnt catch em
Before his body drop
Would he give me the answer
Probly Not.

ThankGod ForCrack

your names ironic


i didnt listen or read the lyrics but by the name it sounds like a letter to martin luther king

its about how far people have come since the marching etc


am i right or is it really a name check for burger king ?

Maully Da Don

the 3rd verse is 1 of the hardest verses he ever wrote...

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"Shawty was da truth found out she was a cheata we was pose 2 take ova, I caught her bumpin ether. Thought shawty liked mike turned out she liked prince Thought she was Adrienne its been Rocky ever since"

young_min

i dunno songs a classic though

straightgorrilla

its a song to martin luther king

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