Текст песни KRS-One - Higher Level

Return Of The Boom Bap
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: KRS-One
Альбом: Return Of The Boom Bap
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After seven years of rockin' how do you rate me? Poorly or greatly? Everybody seems to be goin' for their's lately Yo mad heads be needin' money So listen very close as I conduct this little study See it's funny to me, you can watch TV And give up your life trying to be all you can be In the Army, not knowin' your history You either fight and die or come back home in misery Yo get with me, I deal with reality Loosen your mind to the truth and don't get mad at me No politician can give you peace If you trust Jesus, why do you vote for a beast? Emancipation is long overdue So overcome procrastination Because freedom is within you For some reason we think we're free, so we'll never be Because we haven't recognized slavery You're still a slave, look at how you behave Debatin' on where and when and how and what Massa gave You wanna know how we screwed up from the beginning? We accepted our oppressor's religion So in the case of slavery it ain't hard Because it's right in the eyes of their God Where is our God, the God that represents us? The God that looks like me, the God that I can trust? A God of peace and love, not mass hysteria I don't want a God that blesses America I could never really vote for the devil Let me take you to a higher level Title, take the title from the Bible we can get there Rip the title from off the front of the Bible, God don't live there Too many inconsistencies, too many mysteries Picture the Pope and the Vatican Laughing and drinking and singing and kissing me I stand with God whether I'm paid or whether I'm cryin' broke I like to ask these politicians would Jesus vote? The way we view God is a freakin' shame Church is to blame We trust God, but bomb Hussein We simply lovin' the scripture Same scripture that whipped 'cha Sooner it'll hit 'cha Religion's gettin' richer With that European version of Christ made into a picture Our society's gettin' sicker and sicker and sicker Like liquor, we are God-intoxicated Not to the true God, but the one the government created The same governments tellin' people to vote I pray to God because the people have lost hope You either vote for the mumps or the measles Whether you vote for the lesser of two evils, you vote for evil Politics and God are not equal But the education if you don't guard is really lethal People have more respect for a holy book Than they do for a cow on a meat hook Believers of Jesus be denouncing Satan on every level But every Halloween they're dressin' like devils I pray to you for the light you might give them Mother make them know that you're livin' with them You begin them and end them in silence Frankly, if they knew you, they would understand violence I pray to you for the Pope and the Vatican Have mercy Mother, 'cause I know that you're mad at them The White Jesus deceived us awhile ago And Pope Julius the Second paid Michaelangelo I know this happened in 1519 yet This is the image we can't seem to forget Vote for God, don't vote for the devil Let me take you to a higher level
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