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Silver

(album: Grassroots - 1994)


Bobby, be quiet out there
(Yeah)

Don't fear mere words 'cause if it takes a word to ruin ya
You should have already heard, you're finished through
And soon you see that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious
Much worse could come of that, so much more delicious
To the dastardly bastardly plans of little mice and men
Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then
People love to disagree so avoid the endless bout
Make no attempt to try and suss the stupid out
But of the racist institutions simple minds belong
Not happy just being human, no wish to get along
Little people need exclusions sucker groups to throng
It makes them feel special, it makes them feel strong

Now I got a clique but it's more like a family
Not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see
I write the rhyme today tell it to you later
Whether we're coming in wack or what
It's a waste to be a hater
Graffiti bombs from the palms love is so strong
Can't be stopped too long for the night it will come
Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar
Ghetto cool oh well now you feel the spell
The rule color rocks the bell

The king of swing rise to the top
The rhythm possessed in ya and it don't stop
The mise is broken, the demon locing
Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smoking
Cloaking choking, the lyrics are spoken
Infrared vision, scoping condition
Now breaking 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit
With a fly Lu Kang kick in Mortal Kombat and I land it

So get your own back when I jam it
Cold and hearing about you rhyme style been outmoded
The dopest flow upon the planet dope is the word the bro
Throw up on the down low goddammit
You juice your fucking friends like Dracula
But when we kick you out you're just brokula
You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell
Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell

Now let me tell you sonny, you fucking piece of shit
You'll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it?
You leave a trail of lies that's why you keep moving
We won't come after you, we'd only end up proving
In the end revenge send zen to the defendant
I know that statement's true, I wear it like a pendant
I know you'll hear this song and so I think it's funny
The name is Terrence Henry, thief of trust and money

Like Captain Picard we come hard in light years
Our star has long bust but now reappears
In your sky at night rising and immense
Yes you see ourselves in the shine of it
And so passing under the dome of the great sky
Beware we are the stars Holmes that you ruled by
Where death is reborn into the world is a gift
So the future with no voice of its own will uplift

All is gone, all is calm y'all
All is gone, all is calm y'all
All is gone, all is calm y'all (Set wrecked in L.A. y'all)
All is gone, all is calm y'all (In the Wetlands of New York)
All is gone, all is calm y'all (Atlanta and Phoenix)
All is gone, all is calm y'all (Portland, Lincoln and N.O.)

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