by Seven Nations) All you people Won't you come into the right There's no need to fight anymore today All you people All you people It seems too
Översättning: Sju nationernas. Alla ni människor.
are you tonight!? Where are you tonight!? And how does your sign say!? Have we got a little treat in store for you tonight! We're gonna take you on a
chance, You niggas is fearin' my sawed-off, Put me to rest so fast to blast if you thinkin' of kickin' it you best be packin' your shit you bitch, Not
Kill 'em all let God separate good from evil You fagots do it for glory Y'all's just do it for my people I'm grand national built beautiful and legal
simple Kill 'em all let God seperate good from evil You faggots do it for glory Y'alls just do it for my people I'm grand national built beautiful and
in-between, you are either free or you're a slave There's no such thing as second-class citizenship The only politics in this country that's relevant to black people
is something you live! *scratched* Rap is something you do! Hip-Hop is something you live! *scratched* [Kris] Skaters, BMX-bike riders rock Don't you ever stop! You
ya better beware Whenever you just try to make a move Everybody bringin' a pistol What you tryin' to prove Do what you doin' 'cause you the one that
feed our nations, Appetite for waste, I see it everywhere, I feel like throwing a flag of protest in Tienanmen Square, We need to care for mother earth and all
world frontin' My man Rodney King, the Reginald Deeney You could look for justice but I bet you won't find any Because people getting beatin', news
nation A new Manifestation the chosen aggrivation This is the future that You look into and there is nothing that You can do His next seven years will really be something else, Y'know People
two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon And you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me You think illuminati's just a fuckin conspiracy
you play with guns When you play with guns, son (You can never defeat) That causes the conflict of you goin' against your own (The Gods) You hear me
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight, my
hatin' on us, numbers they be slippin' me You rippin' me, you temptin' me, you thought that you was clippin' me? I knew you got those stacks when you
Now, if you got it going on make some noise Peace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and boys In my neighborhood , whether black or hispanic Yo, this
, plantin' words, people are seeds My truth is the soil, help you grow like trees May the children come in all colors, change like leaves But hold before you
