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Songtexte: Le Peuple de l'Herbe. Radio Blood Money. History Goes.



Did I go wrong somewhere?
I try to be the best does anyone cares?
With Rap & Religion, Rhythm & Rhyme
Say no to grime time
Commercial standards, corporate cuts
If I just want beats I must be nuts
Profit available, I?m unassailable
M?modus operandi underailable
Said it before, I am the jaw
Drifting life to life so hardcore far more
In tune with the moon than the forces of finance
My chance to choose my own path so I dance
Talk real streets
Learn to rhyme before you touch the beats
And do I educate those
Who never never knew how the History Goes.
Do I educate those
Who never never knew how the History Goes
Do I educate those
Who never never knew how the History Goes
Endeavour to be clever whenever is best
The lifetime?s one long test and I guess
That only the strongest can survive
Spiritually, not the physical vibes
Brains over brawn, remaining on form,
Betray the norm the worsted storms
Outside, outride with a suicidal psyche
Takes my homeboys over nightly might we?
Lift the lyric to another level
Learn to love yourself a little and lose the devil
Within. The rhythm begin
Sound of a new bass line kicking in
From a world outside, I surmise
Inexperience leads you to learn lies
Wise guys knows how to focus those
Who never never knew how the History Goes

We educate those
Who never never knew how the History Goes
Just suppose
You never never knew how the History Goes
We educate those
Who never never knew how the History Goes
Just suppose
You never never knew how the History Goes

Did I go wrong somewhere?
I try to be the best does anyone cares?
With Rap & Religion, Rhythm & Rhyme
Still say no to crime time
Commercial standards, corporate cuts
If I just want beats I must be fucking nuts
It?s profit available, I?m unassailable
M?modus operandi is fucking underailable
Said it before, I am the jaw
Drifting life to life so hardcore, far more
In tune with the moon than the forces of finance
My chance to prove my own path I dance
Talk. Real streets
Learn to rhyme before you touch the fucking beats
And do I educate those
Who never never knew how my History Goes.

We educate those
Who never never knew how the History Goes
Just suppose
You never never knew how the History Goes
We educate those
Who never never knew how the History Goes
Just suppose
You never never knew how the History Goes