Stomp - The Roots, Greg Porn

It’s about flesh and blood

It’s about a heart beat that beats strong

It’s about a passion that is unyielding

And I want you men to know today

It is your time, it is your hour, it is your moment

Go take it!

Yeah, speaking of pieces of a man

Staring at a future in the creases of my hand

It reads like a final letter, I’m leaving for my fam

But it’s written in language they will never understand

A late repentant, never deviating from a plan

I drive by headed for the valley of the damned

The wheels spin, I’m looking for a sacrificial lamb

Then roll tactics like a soldier out in the Sudan

Listen, was this a matter of flesh and blood?

Yes it was

Does it matter who win and lose?

Yes it does

It ain’t about the most blessed love

When you return to the essence, what is it back to the essence of?

Greatness I wasn’t in the presence of

Cause you was fake and never measured up

You just a nigga on his regular, but how far am I ahead of ya?

It just as easily coulda been me instead of ya

We gon' fight 'til we can’t fight no more

And when we can’t fight no more

We gon' lie down and bleed a while

We gon' get up, and fight some more

And I want you say it with me

Repeat it after me when I say it

We gon' fight!

Fuck getting fucked, immaculate conception

Now «what's beef?»

ain’t even a question

Calico kisses, cold blood and crime tape

Flirt with death, every night it’s a blind date

One night stand, payback’s a bitch

Shit have you skinny dipping in a pool of your piss

Blood, sweat and tears, broken teeth and spit

Put the barrel in your mouth, blow the devil a kiss

Put the knife in ya back, cut down to the red meat

Daddy should’ve let me be a stain on the bed sheets

I’m one shot short of a Molotov cocktail

Kick in the door like welcome to my world

I’m an evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit

Half of the time I’ma keep it one hundred

Don’t play chicken when I’m driving them crazy

Get hit in the wing, thigh, breast or drumstick

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