We are one We are one We are one We will stand together Number one Number one The chosen ones We are one We are one we will fight forever we are one
We are one We are one We are one We will stand together Number one Number one The chosen ones We are one We are one We will fight forever We are one
We are one We are one We are one We will stand together Number one Number one The chosen ones We are one We are one we will fight forever we are one and
: [Letter from George Sand to Alfred de Musset] Venise, 12 mai 1834 [Venice, May 12th, 1834] Non, mon enfant cheri Ces trois lettres ne sont pas Le
get popped after all that shit you talk [Kon Artis] Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs To grievence and the crying and intimate hugs We
one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael Juss keep singin' the same song, recycled We'd all much rather get along and fight you Me and Hailie danced to your songs we
and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee Oh sha sha - we got to live together I am no better and neither are you We are the same whatever we do You love
listen but fear This society put us back in bondage Till we recall elements, living devilish in our conscious We became monsters Cause all we want is
and his verses are wild" [Olu Dara singing] Greatest man ? The great-greatest man alive [Verse 3: Nas] Hey-Hey-Hey -- My Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone
in the sternum, watch the spear Stab you wit a 12 inch knife, behind the ear Then leave the scene in slow motion, one red Sasquatch, Yeti, battalion wit one
more cases Whole clique faded, we geeked up, crazy Big boy bracelets, we white-boy wasted No shirt, fuck it, at least our arms are tatted We sloppy drunk
weren't on deck Shoulder signs no respect Spent the whole summer being put in check [Chorus] What's your sign, your sign I wanna know if we connect Are
popped after all that shit you pop [Kon Artis] Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs To grievence and the crying and intimate hugs We
you can get popped after all that shit you pop Kuniva Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs to grievence and the crying and intimate hugs we