Artist: Promoe Album: Government Music Song: Government Music Typed by: mayniac84@yahoo.com * * send corrections to the typist Well I got things to do And people got things to say Said I got work to do And the people find time to play Babylon system is stuck in a slow modem Why yall persisting to fuck with the Promoe when No rapper that rise against me shall ever prosper Rhymes written in the bible, revolutionary rasta Take an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth I tell a lie for a lie and a truth for a truth I spit a line after line over loop after loop To make your mind intertwine with brain food at the root Cus we all gotta eat but I ain't sellin' my soul Cus man can't live by them belly alone I'm hard to reach trust no cellular phones Cus the government agents wanna follow we 'round Electronic transmittors picked up by satelites I'm writing rhymes in a room lit up by candle lights And I'm spittin... in the wind, of changin' times In the name of unchaining minds [Chorus] All of a sudden when you sick Off all of that government music Just call and I'll come with that new shit Just call if you love revolutions Call on this sub level nuisance Ball you could bloody well lose it Come on call if you run with a crew which Is armed with a gun and a full clip Pointed at the business give me points and tour support And creative control or end up in the war report Us against them David versus Goliath I'm bustin' at them aim at jerks with cold fire Old pirates rob I of my songs of freedom Songs that we've done Promoe comes from Sweden Needn't no further introduction In a world of wack music my shit serve as interruptions Short breaks from a reality that's really unreal Where record companies want you to sign a dumb deal Then they're swallowing your following like a bottle in a fridge They suck you dry and leave your body in a ditch They steal your golden days then when you're old and grey They done found new blood to mold and clay And if you're bold and play make sure you read the terms A life long contract till you feed the worms [Chorus] Yo you can call me on the 1-800 hotline Listen closely go out and cop mine Or you the type to drop dimes and call the cops? fine Bring your glocks, nines ain't nothing can stop mine Though life is one big road with alot of stop signs And I carry a big load as long as I rock rhymes I do not mind, the bullshit: behind Love will conquer all evil It's easier for Heavy D to enter through the eye of a needle Than for the government to be buying my people Your smile is deceitful, plastic, colgate white Get it smashed if your flow ain't tight Now if that happen to me I'd spit blood on the tracks Till it's cluttered with facts and women cuddle the wax Love to the max physical and spiritual Natural, lyrical miracle [Chorus] Well I got things to do And people got things to say Said I got work to do And the people find time to play