RBG: Revolutionary But Gangsta

Dead Prez lyrics

Dead Prez lyrics

"Enemy Lines Lyrics"

Underground (Atmosphere Hostile) Lyrics
Long time ago We found this place Thousands of years We crossed the interstellar space World after world Sowing the seeds Another planet For a new genetic breed This atmosphere is hostile


[conversations in a prison facility]

[Verse 1]
Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock
But prison ain't nothin but a private stock
And she be dreamin 'bout his date of release
She hate the police
But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
Her father's a political prisoner, free Fred
Son of a Panther that the government shot dead
Back in 12-4-1969
4 o clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine
Cuz Fred Hampton jr., looks just like him
Walks just like him, talks just like him
And it might be frightenin, the feds and the snitches
Hello Stranger Lyrics
> See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters
So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
18 years because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a Arab store
But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor

HOOK:
Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youth never escape the jail fate
Super maximum camps will advance they game plan
To keep us in the hands of the man locked up

(Hello?)
Collect call from Ness
(Where are you?)
Yo shit is crazy boo, I miss you
(Have you been alright?)
Yo, can you put some money in my
Im Sorry Lyrics
i know i was wrong for treating you the way i did (the way i did) i have so much on my mind i didn't know where you fit in (where you fit in) and if i could do it all over again (again) i'll never treat you that way (i'll never treat you that way again) i apologize for the pain that i
commisary?

[Verse 2]
Little Kenny been smokin lucy since he was 12
Now he 25 locked up wit a L
They call him triple K, cuz he killed 3 niggas
Another ghetto child got turned into a killa
His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy
Grandmama had to raise the baby
Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty
Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home
Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane
Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name
But y'all know how th
Oh Lord Its Hard to Be Humble Lyrics
Elvis Presley In The Ghetto (The Vicious Circle) ================================== As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need it's anothe
e game go
Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for
A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been
Never see the hood again

HOOK 2X

[spanish speaking]
cuando yo llamo, como tu no me quieres escuchar
No he visto mis hijos, mi mujer, no me mandan retratos,
no tengo dinero. Estoy aqui jodio en la carcel metio!!!

[Outro: repeat 2X]
You aint gotta be locked up to be in prison
Look how we livin
30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine
They put is in a box just like our life on the block
Behind enemy lines

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