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shaa hebrew - street fighter, sing a song lyrics

[intro]
may i ask in what way your life is contributing to society
as you sit here day after day after day
in this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar?
have you ever thought about that?
what are you doing for the world or for other people?
day after day, hour after hour, night after night

|nebuchadnezzar| song #1
ufo in the sky disguised 9/11
the odd fact that the pigs number is 9/11
911 they took my pops at 11. now i’m dressed
in a bathing ape you shall never k!ll me, all these
rappers is acting like they religious and all these
actors is acting but they acting and making money for
acting and they bowing down society. while a male figure
dressed as a b-tch what an odd scene. i’m artest’in but
protesting for inner peace. a fight broke out in babylon
come babble on to what the news is showing
sophisticated intelligence
of a young black, my skin color promoting violence that’s
all facts. an intellect will
never match his skin, less
i light the fire on my skin
let it burn. the subordinate
never wins, the white man controls lives like a paper and ya ink will never overcome a white man

do-do-do, do-do. watching boondocks and laughing off pain depression
been taking my mind no suicide. lighting 47 for st–z on the 24th
in my nardwuar sh-t

|i grew up on the crime side, the new york times side
staying alive was no jive|

|sing a song, street fighter| song #2

just a minute i’ll say a
pray for the bad conditions. lace up my nikes, adidas stripes and
my latest pippen’s. alexander w-ng
but i’m dripped
in that bape materialism
but knowledge of an ancient
ain’t sh-t while play this
through your speakers
bumping down
the hood up in brooklyn
but i’m sad as h-ll the thugs
got a hold of the hype beast
man i’m tired of talking about
all the k!llings in the hood
it got me no where but a
sad b-tch who wasted all
my time, and all those instagram photos i deleted got me
thinking twice but f-cking
with this superficial b-tch
and money control the world
i admit it, cause without
the money then her weave
is a tragic and make up is
another got d-mn i’m foolish
i’ve been stressing all my life
and ever obstacle i reach
i start to question everything
why am i tripping
why am i kicking all these
rhymes if you don’t believe me
i’ll send my soul to h-ll
just so my mama could
be happy. a coward dies a
thousands while a soldier
dies but once, so why the f-ck
would 2pac be in cuba you degrading b-tches and shameless n-ggas

- shaa hebrew lyrics

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