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I Can't Go To Sleep
(专辑: The W - 2000)
[Ghostface Killah:] The
technique is ill, son, watch how I
spill one Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L, and Big Pun Havoc on the
streets of Staten, snitches House niggas, children watch as they produce the
same pattern Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the
cracks and guns in the
early '80s For those that murdered me shall stand before God To fall at the
hands of fate; then, out comes the
rod Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back What the
fuck is going on? I
can't go to sleep Feds jumping out their Jeeps, I
can't go to sleep Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep Ish bowled two sixes twice, I
couldn't go to sleep Ayo, we deep in the
stairs, we carry big guns Whippy got hit up with the
big shit—"bong bong" Stop at the
cheeba spot, then pass the
leek spot Drove past y'all niggas again, you took a
cheap shot Not knowing fucking with me, you get your meat chopped You thought we fell on our face? You need to be stopped Call on the
chariots! Call on an ambulance! You better smile, my nigga, you on Candid Cam Gangsta broad, these be the
laws, walk with big balls Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I
even take which was yours I'm the
nigga that made you, man When your rap wasn't doing well, I'm the
nigga that gave you a
hand [Isaac Hayes:] Don't kill your brother Learn to love each other Don't get mad 'Cause it ain't that bad Look at who you are You've come too far It's in your hands Just be a
man Get the
jelly out your spine Cobwebs out of your mind [RZA:] I
can't go to sleep, I
can't shut my eyes They shot the
father at his mom's building seven times They shot Malcolm in the
chest in front of his little seeds Jesse watched as they shot King on the
balcony Exported Marcus Garvey 'cause he tried to spark us With the
knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers Oh, Jacqueline, you heard the
rifle shots crackling Her husband's head in her hands, you tried to put it back in America's watching, blood-stained ink blotches Medgar took one to the
skull for integrating college What's the
science? Somebody? This is trick knowledge They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a
fuck Looking around like, "These Devils!" I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a
metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate What should I
do? Grab a
blunt or a
brew? Grab a
.22 and run out there and put this fucking violence in you? I
can't go to sleep, I
can't shut 'em, son, I— [Isaac Hayes:] Don't let the
game make you lose your head You should be calling the
shots instead The
power is in your hands Stop all this crying, and be a
man
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