Nov 25, 2008 09:39
Both of these songs are by the American alternative hip hop group Jurassic 5.
#1 "Freedom"
Hold on to this feelin', Freedom (Freedom!)
Yo, Seldom travel by the multitude
The devil's gavel has a cup of food
My culture's screwed cause this word is misconstrued
Small countries exempt from food cause leader have different views
You choose
What mean the world to me is bein' free
Live and let live and just let it be (Let it be)
Love peace and harmony, one universal family
One God, one aim and one destiny
Are we there?
Imagine life without a choice at all
Given no hope without a voice at all
These be the problems that we face
I'm talkin' poverty in race
But no matter what the case we gotta...
Yo, I'm the first candidate to hate
Had to beat on the drum to communicate
For what was to come to those who were hung
They would decapitate the tongue if you would mention the word (Freedom)
Got people screamin' free Umi and Jamal
But two out of three of ya'll will probably be at the mall
I'm heated wit ya'll, been defeated before
And complete an unsolved when the word freedom's involved
Yo, my forefathers hung in trees to be free (Rest in peace)
Got rid of slavery but kept the penitentiary
And now freedom got a shotgun and shells wit cha name
Release the hot ones and let freedom ring
I'm the former vote prisoner
Hollywood visitor
Dance for cats segregated on wax
My color got me HANDY-
-CAP Anson andy
For the freedom they just won't hand me
Cause there's not a lot of time
Your heart, body, soul and your mind
They're so true and they been hurtin' so long
Thats the reason why we named this song Freedom
#2 "One of Them"
Yo, Your image deceives what your people perceive
Some people believe what the media feeds, TV MCs
That try to bark hollow...pretend to be harsh fellows
But be yellow and softer than marshmallows
Oh you one of them niggas!
Homo I'ma hurt ya feelings
Name brand talkers...pretty ass earrings
Where are all your women I ain't seen you with one
The only bitch that ever loved you gotta call you her son
Yeah, you that nigga...choch ass nigga
No heart...won't even approach us nigga
So you be humble man...stay in your place
We them niggas that rumble and get in your face
Oh you one of them niggas!
Concerned with lookin' cute...nails done, eyes plucked
Homie, what the fuck?...I mean really whassup
Help a brother understand
How self-admiration takes the soul of a man
Damn, vain ass, plain ass, nothing ass niggas
Get your punk ass out the goddamn mirror
You one of them niggas!
Real niggas do real things and that's a fact
Oh you one of them niggas!
Are you in with the heart or are you in it for the funds
Oh you one of them niggas!
Uh Mr. Know-It-All, flossy floss, all talk
Head Mr. A&R ...we ain't hard, who the fuck said we was?
You never heard us holla...Crip or Blood or I'm a thug
You one of them niggas!
You wanna rhyme like that?
You won't get signed like that
Ya'll need the R&B track
Or call some sisters sluts
Tell them...back that thang up
'Cause only real niggas spit game that much
You one of them niggas!
Right off the bat...what you speak is contrived
Its like you're cloaked in a Pinocchio vibe
And when you lie...you play with the dream
You make it decay at the seams
You can fix it...if you say what you mean
You one of them niggas!
Pick and choose who you beef with
Leap froggy, Show me how real you keep it
I know that you pussy all underneath it
Now it's time for the 5 to expose your secret
You one of them niggas!
Shake up...foo's be faker than make up...HA!
Oh you one of them niggas!
Are you in with the heart or are you in it for the funds
You one of them niggas!
Knock this pretty boy cats on they ass...each time we drop...kid
Oh you one of them niggas!
No time for idle chattin'...folks say what's happening
'Til we go platinum...house in the Hamptons
Bank account large...give sha-tan my cold regards
There's a killer at large...and he murders esteem
'Cause he strips black teens of all their dreams
You one of them niggas!
Yeah what you trying to prove
Keep it gangsta where I'm from...ain't a G's move
Now everybody wanna pop that shit
Walk like a Crip...what part of the game is this?
Don't get caught up the twist of some gang bang shit
But then you probably would...fascinated with the hood
You one of them niggas!
Man...enough is enough...I know that you're ghetto
A thug and you tough...your possie is deep
And when you speak it's fuck the police
Am I to believe...is that the way you really would be
If only we see...what there is no cameras allowed
And your bodyguard didn't have to hold your hand through the crowd
You one of them niggas!
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