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Jim Jones - Twin Towers lyrics

[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"]

Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more

Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah

[Bizzy Bone]

Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it

with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what

Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down

Part of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran

What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not

Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop

Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven sign, revolution rebellious, totally out of line

I still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic

Thank my lucky stars, remember to say my graces, I'm so thankful god

Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns

Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one

Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge

Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs

And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs

If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what

Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they get offended 'cous

Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love

Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky

We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................

[Bizzy Bone]

For the grace of Capo... for the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence,

now the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence,

and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her,

witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us

[Jim Jones]

By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence,

I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,

But murders go down, you know they go down

[Jim Jones]

Straight out the projects b, I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me (so hard)

Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where niggas will starve, cause it's hard to eat

Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)

Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us

People they shoot cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)

So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high

Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down)

See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in your rear view (what else) pray to the lord he can hear you (why)

I'm the nigga on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit

Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9/11

When I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, man I was High when it happend (forgive them lord)

And these digital times, we all need to have a political mind (that's right)

Federology, technology, and we can shine like astrology (they can see from the stars)

When we walking on eggshells, when you talk on nextels (what happens)

You talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all know sex cells (whooo)

When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul

Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae came (that's right)

Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid)

Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah)

From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war

We ain't trying to voting (voting)

So if you draft me jail me (you hear that)

Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to hell b, and there's nothing you can tell me

Cause we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, over punk as nigga in cells (damn)

All the grief in the cells, spin on shelves, I'm running out of time, cause I'm living in hell (yeah)

[Jim Jones]

By the, grace of Capo in this moment of silence, in the mist of the violence, the mist of tyrants,

Flossing my diamonds......yeah, by the grace of Capos nigga, you heard, that's two strong armies nigga

Two under bosses we can't be stopped, we will not be brought down like the twin towers

We some political soldiers ghettolutionists, we freedom fighters