Government Music

"Well I got things to do/ and people got things to say/

Said I got work to do/ and the people find time to play/

Babylon system is stuck in a slow modem/

Why yall persisting to fuck with the Promoe when/

No rapper that rise against me shall ever prosper/

Rhymes written in the bible, revolutionary rasta/

Take an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth/

I tell a lie for a lie and a truth for a truth/

I spit a line after line over loop after loop/

To make your mind intertwine with brain food at the root/

Cus we all gotta eat but I ain't sellin' my soul/

Cus man can't live by them belly alone/

I'm hard to reach trust no cellular phones/

Cus the government agents wanna follow we 'round/

Electronic transmittors picked up by satelites/

I'm writing rhymes in a room lit up by candle lights/

And I'm spittin... in the wind, of changin' times/

In the name of unchaining minds/

Chorus:

All of a sudden when you sick/

Off all of that government music/

Just call and I'll come with that new shit/

Just call if you love revolutions/

Call on this sub level nuisance/

Ball you could bloody well lose it/

Come on call if you run with a crew which/

Is armed with a gun and a full clip/

Pointed at the business give me points and tour support/

And creative control or end up in the war report/

Us against them David versus Goliath/

I'm bustin' at them aim at jerks with cold fire/

Old pirates rob I of my songs of freedom/

Songs that we've done Promoe comes from Sweden/

Needn't no further introduction/

In a world of wack music my shit serve as interruptions/

Short breaks from a reality that's really unreal/

Where record companies want you to sign a dumb deal/

Then they're swallowing your following like a bottle in a fridge/

They suck you dry and leave your body in a ditch/

They steal your golden days then when you're old and grey/

They done found new blood to mold and clay/

And if you're bold and play make sure you read the terms/

A life long contract till you feed the worms/

Chorus

Yo you can call me on the 1-800 hotline/

Listen closely go out and cop mine/

Or you the type to drop dimes and call the cops? fine/

Bring your glocks, nines ain't nothing can stop mine/

Though life is one big road with a lot of stop signs/

And I carry a big load as long as I rock rhymes/

I do not mind, the bullshit: behind/

Love will conquer all evil/

It's easier for Heavy D to enter through the eye of a needle/

Than for the government to be buying my people/

Your smile is deceitful, plastic, colgate white/

Get it smashed if your flow ain't tight/

Now if that happen to me I'd spit blood on the tracks/

Till it's cluttered with facts and women cuddle the wax/

Love to the max physical and spiritual/

Natural, lyrical miracle/

Chorus

Well I got things to do/ and people got things to say/

Said I got work to do/ and the people find time to play/

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