歌手:Nas
专辑:《Distant Relatives》

African Choir
IntroJR. G
ONG CHORUS 1"Lord!This Spear, huh!Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, NyabinghiMan a Mau Mau WarriorDespair, ehFear and desperation no depression can't tarry yaThis Spear, heyAyatollah, Idi Amin, Mennelek,Man a Masai WarriorDespair, ehFear and desperation no depression can't tarry yaThis SpearLike BURNING SPEARAND SUCH AND SUCH BEFORE MEWho all fought for the cause andThis Spear, ehEnforcing all the lawsNAS VERSE 1The Master of the MassesOne has powerThe other one lacks itGuns are powerControlled by assetsOwned by financial forecastersWho are the Masters?They are the GangstersThey are the bankersThe ones who tax usThe MassesThey are usThe sheep, the peopleDivided in classesI go off like a Shite bombAnd All ya'll see I'm on myWar paint on my face, shitMy nine mm on my waist, shitI'm a problemShoot up your place shitLet a few goThen I get lowBlazing Haze againThe Masters, The Wall Street War ChiefsThe Elitists GroupsThe MassesThey pray to JesusSaying he will see us throughThe Masters are the aristocraticThe MassesAsk if the Most HighIs On his way hereI'm trying to stay clearMy mind is my modern day SpearJR. GONG CHORUS 2HeyI say...This Spear, huh!Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a GideonMan a Mau Mau WarriorDespair, ehFear and desperation no depression can't tarry yaThis Spear, heyThrough the hands of time and cruel menIt has slew more than a billionDespair, ehIt keep on suppressing the humble man's opinionNAS VERSE 2This lead into Swiss cheeseWhen the 5th squeezeMisleadThe media MisleadsScares you to the pointWhere you miss sleepWith that saidThis lead with this RugerAnd that shooterSub-machine gunRatta tat through youCopper tops, hollow pointsWill do ya something badOur futureIs MisleadThree strikesThere's no schoolWhen a teacher strikesThis economyThis monopolyGet no jobJust own your propertyNow it's back toWhat comes naturalMust survive any how you have toDespair, DesperationBut I have no fearWhen I hold This SpearINTERMISSIONJR. GONG BRIDGEMek some bwoy know mi nah smileCause this spear nah beg friendsMan a run racketMan a run schemeMan a run raceMan a run down BenzCan't trust a she nor we nor eyeInna contact lenseMan a run from policeAnd a run down wealthAnd dollars and nah mek senseJR. GONG VERSE 3So,Rise up to my defenseHollow pointed is my preferenceShould have been deterredDon't know what you heardGet referredBy the wrong referenceWhen this spear start dispenseIt a fly and a tear through fenceDismember your membersAnd all of your limbsBody bust inna nuff segmentsWell,Man a run drugsMan a run riskMan all a run out a time and endsMan a run up and downAnd a run fi dem lifeAnd a run down this month rentNutin' nah gwan a yardAnd food deh a roadThen man hafi go touch pavementDespair was a toolThat was used to enslave manAnd mek manservantEscape from Despair and DesperationBecomes more urgentMankind needs to cleanse and wash out dem soulWith spiritual detergentA distant armyA distant relativeControlling the circumferenceAnd any man move with no permissionThey're feeling the circumstance ofJR GONG CHORUS 4This Spear, heyShaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a, ehMan a Mau Mau WarriorDespair, eh!Fear of your recession and depression can't tarry yaThis Spear, heyInner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47This Spear, eh!And anytime them clap it up the whole city levelThis SpearLike Burning SpearAnd such and such before IWho all fought for the cause andThis Spear, eh!They can't ignore meNo!"