Walk On By

歌詞

(Ghostface Killah) Your technique is ill son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggas, children watches, they produce the same pattern and Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns, in the early 80's For those that murder me, shall stand before God To fall at the hands of faith and out comes the Lord Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back What the fuck is going on? I Can't Go To Sleep Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I Can't Go To Sleep Babies with flies on they cheeks, It's hard to Go To Sleep Ish bowled, two sixes, twice, how could we Go To Sleep? Aiyo we deep in the stands, we carry can guns Whippy got, hit him with the big shit, bong-bong Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot Don't pass ya niggas again, you took a cheap shot Not know with fuckin wit me, you get your meat chop You thought we feel on your face, you think the beef stop Call on chariots, call on the ambulance You better smile my nigga, you on Candid Cam Gangster broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls Nigga muthafuckin you that heighten, take what's with yours I'm the nigga that made you man When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand (Isaac Hayes) Don't kill your brother, learn to love each other Don't get mad, cuz it ain't that bad Just be who your are, you've come so far It's in your head, just be a man Get the jelly out ya spine, cobwebs hidin mine (RZA) I Can't Go To Sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the Father in his moms buildin seven times And shot Malcolm in the chest, front of his little seeds Jessie watched as they shot King on the balcony They spat at Marcus, Garvey cuz he tried to spark us With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers Oh Jacqueline, you heard the rifle shots cracklin Her husband head in her hand, you tried to put it back in America's watchin, blood stains, inks blotches Medgar took one to the skull for intergratin college What's the science, somebody, this is trick knowledge And try to keep us enslaved, and still scrape for dollars Walkin thru Park Hill drunk as a fuck Lookin around like -- these Devils so many to break this world down They got me trapped up in the metal gate Ya stressed out with hate and this gives me no time to relax And use my mind to meditate, what should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew, grab a two-two and run out there Put this fuckin violence to you I Can't Go To Sleep, I can't shut 'em son, I-- (Isaac Hayes) *starts on RZA's fourth to last line* Don't let the game, make you lose ya head You should be callin the shots instead The power is in your head, stop all this cryin and be a man