Tekst :
Chorus: Guru and Stikken Moov (repeat 2X)
What s the question? Why are you flexin
Here s the answer - choice of weapons
[Stikken Moov 1]
Yo +The ? Remainz+, kid why you flexin like a bicep
Heat on your hip, just to get a rep, it ain t worth it
Just because you pack a biscuit, doesn t mean you can t
become another statistic, you figure it
Life s a gamble even for vandalz, I handle mine with minds
Only unless, my chest is under pressure in a contest
The fear of layin in wreck, causes the stress
I have to adjust to this mess and pull when it s best
[Guru]
Yo little big man, feelin your oats, because you re strapped?
Bustin a cap at another kid who s black?
It ain t all that when the shots are flyin back
You made a choice, and the choice you made was wack
Kinda tipsy with the liquid confidence
Pullin your pistol when it doesn t make sense
to be the bigger man you figure
But in the end it don t pay when you re livin by the trigger
Chorus 2X
[Guru]
Yeah it s the master of the who what where and the why
But still I got a problem with seein my brothers die
I ve been around and lived past the average age of us
In every obituary, a full page of us
The game is money, but what about inner wealth?
The mental, the spiritual, and physical health
But still everyday the city is a test
That s why some people feel a gun is the best
[Stikken Moov 2]
No doubt I pack protection, but every altercation
or situation doesn t deserve blastin, I mastered precisions
Choice of weapon, should I peel or peel out?
My choice of routes may decide my whereabouts
Chorus 2X
[Stikken Moov 2]
I pack no weapons then the seargeant bargin in
Ready to bomb a rapper like Saddam, Stikken Moov swarm
Ready to bust off, like Ron Jeremy, but I chill G
Relax and consider lucky to live to see a quarter past three
[Guru]
That s why I, wield the steel, yes my microphone is crazy real
I m not the one sellin out to get the mass appeal
But jail cells are filled with my peeps
While the rest are gettin killed in these ill ass streets
Chorus 2X
[Guru]
So, pick your weapon, a mic or a gun
I make a sucker run when my tongue stuns, check it
Leavin the spot, I seen some wild kids
One stepped to me asked me to freestyle kid
Meanwhile, he flexed a burner on his side
I looked him in the eye, smiled, and walked to my ride
He was actin kinda hard on the surface
I said to myself that it really wasn t worth it
[Stikken Moov 1]
Yo you think you re all that, cause you pack heat?
Seein your own brother play the concrete, in defeat
Tryin to prove yourself, while you put the next man down
but what goes around, comes back, black best believe that
Chorus 2X
You know what I m sayin?
That s all the real heads all over the world
That realize, that this music is real
That we keep it real like that
Peace to all my brothers on the third
and all the real brothers in hip-hop
It s like a rap s new generation thing baby
Peace to Guru
It s Panche, the wild comanche, suicide
Tekst :
They re digging up human remains
In Notting Hills
Behind the screens, behind the wall
In our backgarden
Don t you know when you re well off?
Don t you know when times are good?
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
They re asking questions door to door
Our friends in neighbours
They re piecing it together now
In perfect order
Don t you know when you re well off?
Make the best of English weather
Sort the roses round the door
We ll be growing old together
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
Don t you know when you re well off?
Don t look a gift horse in the mounts
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved
I just want to be loved (I just want to be loved)
I just want to be loved (I just want to be...)
I just want to be loved (They re digging up human remains)
I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...)
I just want to be loved (Behind the screens, behind the wall)
I just want to be loved (In our backgarden) (I just want to be...)
I just want to be loved (They re digging up human remains)
I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...)
I just want to be loved (Behind the screens, behind the wall)
I just want to be loved (In Notting Hills) (I just want to be...)
In Notting Hill
Tekst :
The wands of smoke are rising
From the walls of the Bastille
And through the streets of Paris
Runs a sense of the unreal
The Kings have all departed
There servants are nowhere
We burned out their mansions
In the name of Robespierre
And still we wait
To see the day begin
Our time is wasting in the wind
Wondering why
Wondering why, it echoes
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Inside the midnight councils
The lamps are burning low
On you sit and talk all through the night
But there s just no place to go
And Bonaparte is coming
With his army from the south
Marat your days are numbered
And we live hand to mouth
While we wait
To see the day begin
Our time is wasting in the wind
Wondering why
Wondering why, it echoes
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
The ghost of revolution
Still prowls the Paris streets
Down all the restless centuries
It wonders incomplete
It speaks inside the cheap red wine
Of cafe summer nights
Its red and amber voices
Call the cars at traffic lights
Why do you wait
To see the day begin
Your time is wasting in the wind
Wondering why
Wondering why, it echoes
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Wondering why, it echoes
Through the lonely palace of Versailles