Saudi Ties {Free Download}
UPDATED AS OF 9/11/2008 with FULL LYRICS!!! Jewelery on da beat and Intro/Outro from Michael Moore's 911 Documentary...
DEF (Desmond Elias Ford) davyne (divine)
Lyrics
Saudi Arabian ties and lies
Selling black gold at the highest price
Hand in the cookie jar, eyes surprised
Cuz they could care less about my demise
Way too concerned with the almighty dollar
Used to trust God, now we trusting in Allah
Hop on the bandwagon, everyone follows
Living in a world, where we wanna be ballaz
Too many whips, and not enough gas
Too many pimps , and not enough class
Too many people be living too fast
They life, go by, it’s rolling right past
Slow ya roll, and pay attention
We slaving at they discretion
We headed for Great Depression
Just in time to make election, but….
I’m talking bout babies dying
I’m talking bout mothers crying
I’m talking bout governments lying
“What the fuck ya’ll talking bout” x1
I turn on the news today, and it’s the same old thang
Another roadside bomb, another fatal flame
Praying to God on the daily knowing it ain’t gon change
No need to state yo name, just go and stake yo claim
They want an army of one, so we all think alike
But I’ll be hardly done, until I bring the light
They can not harm me none, because I’ve seen the fight
Sticks and stones can break my bones, but inside I’ll still bleed what’s right
I’m talking bout babies dying
I’m talking bout mothers crying
I’m talking bout governments lying
“What the fuck ya’ll talking bout” x3
Born in 82 but I know all about that Mothership
Steady contemplating, still waiting, for another trip
Gifted with my rhythm but I’m spitting for the love of it
Writing down my messages until I get enough to kick
Similar to Mowgli cuz I’m nothing but a jungle kid
Never been to college but I know a lot of other shit
Like how to survive, 45, with the rubber grip
Look up guilty in my dictionary you’ll find government, but…
I’m talking bout babies dying
I’m talking bout mothers crying
I’m talking bout governments lying
“What the fuck ya’ll talking bout” x2
If you can see what I see, we all on our death bed
Money is our IV, doing whateva to get bread
Those who looking lively, end up getting fed lead
Or left hanging, like da braids on a dread head
Treating me like I’m an animal savage
Killing my family collateral damage
Thinking with out God da planet will manage
But in the end you’ll see when half us vanish x2
Nice sh** Pimpin! Keep It up! You Got That Bone Flow! I Love It!