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- Composers:
- Cameron Gipp Patrick Brown
- Thomas Burton
- Willie Knighton Rico Wade
- Raymon Murray
- Robert Barnett
 
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- conscious lyrics
 
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Goodie Mob - Distant Wilderness lyrics
Why is it you fail, to see a man
 In the same hour, that his kin come grinnin'?
 In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin' to come up
 From the ashes that defy your lift, listen up
 Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks
 Stone-walker, side-walker, watch those loose lips, wall street
 Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
 Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H2O
 Four coats will make it glaze
 Beams rooted like dogwood, between the pine, wind
 Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin' water
 Out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times
 Where the times weighed as hard as [Incomprehensible]
 Find me shoes, baby daddy
 Rico daddy, he didn't break the TV
 So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow
 Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
 Between the halo, and a fork-pitch suffocated by my rhymes
 Worship high, it's just another name
 Take your time and concentrate on it
 Take a stand and make your hand a fist
 We got a reason to resist
 The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade
 Chillin' in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets
 In the hood late at nights, dippin' fine
 Hard not to be slippin', if they come, I won't run
 When it's time, I ain't trippin', I got my date
 And you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar
 After the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies
 When they mention he, who listens, to unseen hand
 Cappin' the faces of the young black man, when they sing
 Knowin' that we godly, got to keep it right
 With my people 'cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make
 I can't escape fate, the date as I await, as I await, I can't fake
 Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it
 A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth
 Spill, Nina, tea leaf, your very, existence is considered a privilege
 Buck up, and they can't, be revoked pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes
 Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws
 Man made, but that's a dot, everybody
 From the east coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think?
 Gettin' they thoughts mixed negative, after reassurances
 I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them
 It's easy to commit, hard to resist
 And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers
 Can bring us back, eyeballs peeled
 Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow
 Delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh
 Industry consists of thieveries, prostitutesGoodie Mob - Distant Wilderness - http://motolyrics.com/goodie-mob/distant-wilderness-lyrics.html
 And folgers if somethin' bigger than us, past the blue
 Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's
 Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds
 I mean activities, that just show, that it's a hell
 For jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters
 Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at
 The white man's table, lookin' like Gable Gunther
 On the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly
 And he wasn't too fond of cute either
 A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect
 Worship high, it's just another name
 Take your time and concentrate on it
 Take a stand and make your hand a fist
 We got a reason to resist
 Wherever I am, you can feel god is present, in the midst of darkness
 If you spark up bet somebody gonna see it
 It is necessary for me to speak these words now
 Another day here hasn't been promised to me
 Don't you agree that you never fail when you try
 I'm willing to die but first I am willing to live
 And I over stand that this will be a lifelong sacrifice
 In order to reveal you gon' have to destroy
 And if you ain't thinkin' right you damn sure can't act right
 Somebody raise your fist and let me know I'm not alone
 Revolution, doesn't mean fightin' in these streets
 And it ain't gonna be no revolution without the women
 And, it ain't gonna be no future without the children
 And, it ain't gonna be no children without the men
 And, you can't have no love without the trust
 And no, trust can come without communication
 And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say
 You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too
 Any book you read is still limited education
 You gonna have to talk to God personally and time is short
 And, He's on His way, and I will receive
 A grateful word for what I've done
 And this is all that really matters to me
 In time you will see what I told you was true
 And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you
 I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true
 Worship high, it's just another name
 Take your time and concentrate on it
 Take a stand and make your hand a fist
 We got a reason to resist
 We got a reason to resist
 We got a reason to resist
 Resist, resist, resist
 We got a reason to resist













