Could run away from it Prisoner, prisoner Choosing death for life (If you could only say) Prisoner, prisoner smiling executioner (You are a prisoner ) If money if love was in your life If's
翻訳: キングスX. 囚人.
Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur That's why I stay influenced to "Kick in the Door" Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that's poor Notice that it's
yens, cowrie shells, dollar bills Or is it the mindstate that's ill? Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build Over money and religion there's
the crescent Dragon's eyes glow fluorescent Second-guess and rest in peace Get laced in radioactive waste that's released Feast fit for a king Then bring
more cops, no more Rodney King's No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means AIDS don't exist, plus my sex life's terrific I get a
From the cobras, it's Priest and SoulStice We came to teach the culture We can stand the heat like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of
s real, it's real It's real, just sing it when it's real It's real, it's real, it's real, it's real [Chorus 2X]
they child I'm the next best thing to X, oral sex Brand new tecs, food stamps and welfare checks I'm the messiah, recognize it, political prisoner From
ass to be accepted That's what I'm talking bout rap is revived You're trying to get inside Access Denied ACCESS DENIED(6x) (King Gordy) How many
fuckin ass to be accepted That's what I'm talking bout rap is revived You're trying to get inside Access Denied ACCESS DENIED(6x) (King Gordy) How many
Pushin in weight, from state to state, Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K. Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?" I said what's really
, they comin' with me/ And that's for runnin' with me, dirty money, I'm still hungry/ Club niggas is yuppies, guppies fuckin' these little baby puppies/ Fresh outta prison
like you payed There's only one God That's our God There's no one like you There's no one like you There's no one like you There's no God like our God
zone and Zulu's, Zion's zap a zillion zillionaires (Y!) Yo you yeah, yesterday's youth yearnin your yen You yellow-bellied Yankee ying-yang yellin "yes"-men (X!) X-rated, ex-African, X
preventin' payment Prosecutin' penny pinchers Prison penalty permanent placement Packin' powerful pistols punk plea and player's playin pavement (Q) Queen's
the three pound, show it to King Clown And watch him lounge, you know the whole phase I'm about to go through the government's maze In about 30 days
drugs but see it's different kind of dealers You pay what you weigh, or should I say, get my scrilla Not tomorrow but today, okay, it's on the real'a