Government Music Songtext

von Promoe

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 toth 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... so

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... but,

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... yo,

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...