is the movement This is the sound of music This is how we rock, yeah This is how we rock, yeah This is our revolution, yeah This is not noise Music
not noise. this is the sound we want. this is the movement. this is the sound of music. this is how we rock. yeah. this is our revolution. yeah. music
Übersetzung: Eighteen Visions. Revolutioniert The Sound Of Music.
yesterday (Estribillo 2 x2) There's no vision There's no vision There's no vision Something's got to change There's no vision There's no vision There's no vision
na-na-na-na-na Chorus: Music Is My Passion Every day and night You bring me up when I'm feeling down You're the rhythm I found You give me everything I need Music
is not noise. this is the sound we want. this is the movement. this is the sound of music. this is how we rock. yeah. this is our revolution. yeah. music
I'm not gonna bore you with some flimsy kind of piece of rhymne So pull a cushion, sit back relax and listen To this introduction of me, myself and my mission My vision
. Jaylez) INTRO (2Mirror) ?Mister Piano Black ? Schwarz wie die Nacht?Mirror Music Jaylez? ?Mister Piano Black ? Schwarz wie die Nacht?Mirror Music Jaylez
in Clinton And Rikers Island Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt, All the political Prisoners San Quiton Yeah One Thug, One Thug How do we keep the music playing
2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's
better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music
: Good Morning Mama Jam, I've got to go away The world is waiting on me I saw my destiny in a vision, I've got to play my part So many rainy day and
keep missing the point in our mission? Why do we keep killing each other, what?s the reason? God made us all equal in his vision I wish that I could make music
In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions
. We free the people with music (sweet music); Can we free the people with music (sweet music)? Can we free our people with music? - With music, With music, oh music
hungry, still hungry Lost and lonely - so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend But I predicted this endin, back in the day Cuz I had visions