Mashin' up da World Lyrics
| Song | Mashin' up da World |
| Artist | Guru |
| Album | Jazzmatazz, Vol. 3: Streetsoul |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Agallah, Aguilar, Elam, Guru ... | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Sound your horn! | |
| Stiggetty-yooour-higgety-horrron | |
| Yeah! Sound your horn, boy! | |
| You see | |
| Dem want to kill de youths | |
| Kill de youths and Kings | |
| Dead first at eleven | |
| Never tell de youths that Pokemon be the settin' | |
| Never tell de youths | |
| Send down to earth be the endin' | |
| Now look what I did | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? | |
| Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? | |
| Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor | |
| Guru: | |
| Check the cycle God ended | |
| what's the fate of this planet? | |
| Black on black love and hate's got my people frantic | |
| Peep the criminal mind | |
| The subliminal line | |
| Such difficult times | |
| Automatic pistols and glock nines | |
| I wish I could stop time | |
| For the cat who drop dime | |
| Thinkin' about his lifeline | |
| A young man told me that my wise words saved his life | |
| It made me feel good | |
| Made me feel real good | |
| Back in the day I used to steal goods | |
| Dreams without means is like a lack of self-esteem or lack of cream | |
| I go for delf or roll out for the team | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Prodigal Sunn: | |
| Feel the pain of the ghetto through a teardrop | |
| My peers stop and listen from eighteen years | |
| Muslim and Christian We all face conviction | |
| In this moment of oppression The world is like infection | |
| On this block we confessin' | |
| I use my mind as a weapon | |
| Like I told my brothers Glock and Snub | |
| Ain't No Half-Steppin' We gotta live Heaven | |
| And watch our seeds taste the blessin' | |
| I learned my lesson 'bout havin' snakes around my crew | |
| Now I know the evil that men do and bitches too | |
| We had thought by our riches | |
| Some called thugs and snitches | |
| Through the different timeframes | |
| Kid, I watched crime change | |
| In the time of fame | |
| My man is like crack/cocaine | |
| But through the black rain I seen many suffer in pain | |
| We go for gain and pain | |
| Now they rock some fat gold chains | |
| Iced-out name perform a concert, sellin' out in Maine | |
| Own the properties and all types of things | |
| Some say the drug game and the music game is all the same | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Ooh, Pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, Ooh-ooh-ooh | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Guru: | |
| We can no longer put all the blame on the man | |
| For those sellin' out I'm sayin', "Shame on the man" | |
| For those fallin' victim I'm sayin', "Make a new plan" | |
| And for those that need a way I'm sayin', "Take my hand" | |
| See this mental slavery causes rash behavior, G | |
| And I have to say for me that I wish it would all stop | |
| Before we become extinct before we all drop | |
| And R.I.P. to the rappers that's been slain | |
| And R.I.P. to the fine young men who've lost their lives | |
| I feel the pain | |
| And do you know what it's like to lose a loved one? | |
| It makes you numb | |
| Especially when it's over somethin' small but ain't no fun | |
| I lost four friends in one year I could feel | |
| Them watchin' over me see their faces still | |
| Some clear and some fear what's out there | |
| For me I have no time to and may I remind you | |
| This is a corrupted world of our design, du' | |
| Peep my discussion no one can changes these things but us, son | |
| We didn't ask for the liquor, crack and guns | |
| We didn't ask for the poor eduction and lack of funds | |
| But I know one thing none of us wanna die | |
| But still we're mashin' up this world and I don't know why | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? | |
| Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? | |
| Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor | |
| Ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, ooh-ooh-ooh | |
| Mom and Dad wipe the tears from ya eyes | |
| Ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, ooh-ooh-ooh | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, riot in the prison | |
| Riker's Island | |
| When a gust of G-P-E Babylon will stand to see | |
| So the sentence can't be free | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, ooh-ooh-ooh | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? | |
| Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? | |
| Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor | |
| Ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry | |
| Ooh-ooh-ooh |
| zuo ci : Agallah, Aguilar, Elam, Guru ... | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Sound your horn! | |
| Stiggettyyooourhiggetyhorrron | |
| Yeah! Sound your horn, boy! | |
| You see | |
| Dem want to kill de youths | |
| Kill de youths and Kings | |
| Dead first at eleven | |
| Never tell de youths that Pokemon be the settin' | |
| Never tell de youths | |
| Send down to earth be the endin' | |
| Now look what I did | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? | |
| Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? | |
| Not to mention Riker' s Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor | |
| Guru: | |
| Check the cycle God ended | |
| what' s the fate of this planet? | |
| Black on black love and hate' s got my people frantic | |
| Peep the criminal mind | |
| The subliminal line | |
| Such difficult times | |
| Automatic pistols and glock nines | |
| I wish I could stop time | |
| For the cat who drop dime | |
| Thinkin' about his lifeline | |
| A young man told me that my wise words saved his life | |
| It made me feel good | |
| Made me feel real good | |
| Back in the day I used to steal goods | |
| Dreams without means is like a lack of selfesteem or lack of cream | |
| I go for delf or roll out for the team | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Prodigal Sunn: | |
| Feel the pain of the ghetto through a teardrop | |
| My peers stop and listen from eighteen years | |
| Muslim and Christian We all face conviction | |
| In this moment of oppression The world is like infection | |
| On this block we confessin' | |
| I use my mind as a weapon | |
| Like I told my brothers Glock and Snub | |
| Ain' t No HalfSteppin' We gotta live Heaven | |
| And watch our seeds taste the blessin' | |
| I learned my lesson ' bout havin' snakes around my crew | |
| Now I know the evil that men do and bitches too | |
| We had thought by our riches | |
| Some called thugs and snitches | |
| Through the different timeframes | |
| Kid, I watched crime change | |
| In the time of fame | |
| My man is like crack cocaine | |
| But through the black rain I seen many suffer in pain | |
| We go for gain and pain | |
| Now they rock some fat gold chains | |
| Icedout name perform a concert, sellin' out in Maine | |
| Own the properties and all types of things | |
| Some say the drug game and the music game is all the same | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Ooh, Pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, Oohoohooh | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Guru: | |
| We can no longer put all the blame on the man | |
| For those sellin' out I' m sayin', " Shame on the man" | |
| For those fallin' victim I' m sayin', " Make a new plan" | |
| And for those that need a way I' m sayin', " Take my hand" | |
| See this mental slavery causes rash behavior, G | |
| And I have to say for me that I wish it would all stop | |
| Before we become extinct before we all drop | |
| And R. I. P. to the rappers that' s been slain | |
| And R. I. P. to the fine young men who' ve lost their lives | |
| I feel the pain | |
| And do you know what it' s like to lose a loved one? | |
| It makes you numb | |
| Especially when it' s over somethin' small but ain' t no fun | |
| I lost four friends in one year I could feel | |
| Them watchin' over me see their faces still | |
| Some clear and some fear what' s out there | |
| For me I have no time to and may I remind you | |
| This is a corrupted world of our design, du' | |
| Peep my discussion no one can changes these things but us, son | |
| We didn' t ask for the liquor, crack and guns | |
| We didn' t ask for the poor eduction and lack of funds | |
| But I know one thing none of us wanna die | |
| But still we' re mashin' up this world and I don' t know why | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? | |
| Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? | |
| Not to mention Riker' s Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor | |
| Ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, oohoohooh | |
| Mom and Dad wipe the tears from ya eyes | |
| Ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, oohoohooh | |
| Oohoohooh, riot in the prison | |
| Riker' s Island | |
| When a gust of GPE Babylon will stand to see | |
| So the sentence can' t be free | |
| Oohoohooh, ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, oohoohooh | |
| Oohoohooh | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? | |
| Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? | |
| Not to mention Riker' s Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor | |
| Ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry | |
| Oohoohooh |
| zuò cí : Agallah, Aguilar, Elam, Guru ... | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Sound your horn! | |
| Stiggettyyooourhiggetyhorrron | |
| Yeah! Sound your horn, boy! | |
| You see | |
| Dem want to kill de youths | |
| Kill de youths and Kings | |
| Dead first at eleven | |
| Never tell de youths that Pokemon be the settin' | |
| Never tell de youths | |
| Send down to earth be the endin' | |
| Now look what I did | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? | |
| Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? | |
| Not to mention Riker' s Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor | |
| Guru: | |
| Check the cycle God ended | |
| what' s the fate of this planet? | |
| Black on black love and hate' s got my people frantic | |
| Peep the criminal mind | |
| The subliminal line | |
| Such difficult times | |
| Automatic pistols and glock nines | |
| I wish I could stop time | |
| For the cat who drop dime | |
| Thinkin' about his lifeline | |
| A young man told me that my wise words saved his life | |
| It made me feel good | |
| Made me feel real good | |
| Back in the day I used to steal goods | |
| Dreams without means is like a lack of selfesteem or lack of cream | |
| I go for delf or roll out for the team | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Prodigal Sunn: | |
| Feel the pain of the ghetto through a teardrop | |
| My peers stop and listen from eighteen years | |
| Muslim and Christian We all face conviction | |
| In this moment of oppression The world is like infection | |
| On this block we confessin' | |
| I use my mind as a weapon | |
| Like I told my brothers Glock and Snub | |
| Ain' t No HalfSteppin' We gotta live Heaven | |
| And watch our seeds taste the blessin' | |
| I learned my lesson ' bout havin' snakes around my crew | |
| Now I know the evil that men do and bitches too | |
| We had thought by our riches | |
| Some called thugs and snitches | |
| Through the different timeframes | |
| Kid, I watched crime change | |
| In the time of fame | |
| My man is like crack cocaine | |
| But through the black rain I seen many suffer in pain | |
| We go for gain and pain | |
| Now they rock some fat gold chains | |
| Icedout name perform a concert, sellin' out in Maine | |
| Own the properties and all types of things | |
| Some say the drug game and the music game is all the same | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Ooh, Pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, Oohoohooh | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Guru: | |
| We can no longer put all the blame on the man | |
| For those sellin' out I' m sayin', " Shame on the man" | |
| For those fallin' victim I' m sayin', " Make a new plan" | |
| And for those that need a way I' m sayin', " Take my hand" | |
| See this mental slavery causes rash behavior, G | |
| And I have to say for me that I wish it would all stop | |
| Before we become extinct before we all drop | |
| And R. I. P. to the rappers that' s been slain | |
| And R. I. P. to the fine young men who' ve lost their lives | |
| I feel the pain | |
| And do you know what it' s like to lose a loved one? | |
| It makes you numb | |
| Especially when it' s over somethin' small but ain' t no fun | |
| I lost four friends in one year I could feel | |
| Them watchin' over me see their faces still | |
| Some clear and some fear what' s out there | |
| For me I have no time to and may I remind you | |
| This is a corrupted world of our design, du' | |
| Peep my discussion no one can changes these things but us, son | |
| We didn' t ask for the liquor, crack and guns | |
| We didn' t ask for the poor eduction and lack of funds | |
| But I know one thing none of us wanna die | |
| But still we' re mashin' up this world and I don' t know why | |
| Junior Reid: | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? | |
| Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? | |
| Not to mention Riker' s Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor | |
| Ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, oohoohooh | |
| Mom and Dad wipe the tears from ya eyes | |
| Ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, oohoohooh | |
| Oohoohooh, riot in the prison | |
| Riker' s Island | |
| When a gust of GPE Babylon will stand to see | |
| So the sentence can' t be free | |
| Oohoohooh, ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry, oohoohooh | |
| Oohoohooh | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| Mashin' up da earth | |
| Ghetto youths they wanna destroy | |
| But what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? | |
| Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? | |
| Not to mention Riker' s Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor | |
| Ooh, pray for the youths | |
| Said me nah gon' cry | |
| Oohoohooh |
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