Представляем точный текст композиции "Who Gonna Die Next'" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hell Razah & 4th Disciple . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Who Gonna Die Next'» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Hell Razah & 4th Disciple передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Hell Razah & 4th Disciple - "Who Gonna Die Next'"
Lyrics to Who Gonna Die Next' : [Intro: Hell Razah] Freedom of Speech, Article One G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge [Hell Razah] Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler But she fell in love with him, made me a hustler Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects Revolutionaries, who aint open up they eyes yet Life of a slave, aint no tellin who gon die next I came in the 70s, listenin to melodies Back when the panthers and the police, was enemies (Remember niggaz was fightin, even back then) After Malcolm X dropped that one jewel on Kennedy We already had the remedy Aiyo, my mind make the pen bleed I be the species of the new breed, young black ghetto seed Its hot, get the anti-freeze, yall niggaz hustlin for panties and weed Henny and Gs, Im guaranteed to pop off My single is hot from out of the sleeve, I murder two M.C.s [Chorus x2: Hell Razah] Life in the projects (aint no tellin who gon die next) Livin in the hood (aint no tellin who gon die next) Buildin with my brother (aint no tellin who gon die next) Live in the hell hole (aint no tellin who gon die next) [Hell Razah] All my brothers raise in peace.. Its Hell in here, fear death row, electric chairs The time is near, riots in Times Square We sick of welfare, doing labor in the slaves career afros, no wavy hair No charity pair, on Black Saladatory Day We gotta overthrow the government, the Maccabee way They out to stop my airplane, cuz they fear what I say But my people got ears, and cant hear what I say The poor is hated, even by his own neighbors But the rich have many friends, and traders, hos and playa haters Some die, lost they life, cuz of foolish anger A mad man, only one letter short from danger We inhabit, live in the land of strangers Family famin, breakin every ten commandment Take ya life for granted, on the Christs planet Firin cannons, cocked at whoever standing As road blocks to quiet planning Cops harass us, even though they trespass us You not allowed to serve two masters We lost sheep from the lost pastors [Chorus x2] [ Who Gonna Die Next' Lyrics ]
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