backyard In fort Benning, Georgia lies the pentagons prize Well protected behind gun and guard It's the training ground for counter insurgency For the Latin
wait So do not test me cause you know not what's my mind state I take the consequence anotha level higher I stand back yo dust combust and catch fire... [
good Just don't go coppin that shyt in the wrong hood But I'm from the young boy, come and try ya nigga Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga
yo (Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son [Verse 1] Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they try to keep quiet Till you dropped off your label and your A&R fired
Forcin' a light into all those stoney faces left stranded on this warm July And the boys from the casino dance with shirts open Like Latin lovers on
the reformation back Then the common people couldn?t read God?s revelation You had to be a monk or a priest or read Latin That was all before the revolution happened But the fire
just safe it's just straight gangsta it ain't jus New York or L.A that bangs no more theres Latin Count Kings here Southside folk Eastside them ganzin
don't know who it should be ... So, I'll take them home to mama and let her decide for me. In Spain I met Maria; full of fire what Latin style In France
fire dies In Rosalinda's eyes All alone in a Puerto Rican baand Union wages, wedding clothes Hardly anyone has seen how good I am But Rosalinda says she knows Crazy Latin
the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the
rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris When it comes to rappin', I'll smash your ass Whether you Latin, Black
mode soilder we runnin' out of time From Zumbi dos Palmares na mata fechada To Commando Vermelho bustin at the cops with them choppas Che Guevara and Castro bangin' in Cuba To the Zapatistas and Latin
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the reformation back Then the common people couldn't read god's revelation You had to be a monk or a priest or read latin That was all before the revolution happened But the fire
we got The voice of the people's choice, the man with the plan who's got the The groove that makes you move, take your body higher, set your soul On fire
so dumb Comin' up outta Brooklyn lookin' like Mighty Joe Young (Face down) Know we real, got this motherfucker Crackin' and buzzin' with my Latin cousin
tonight Forcin' a light into all those stony faces Left stranded on this warm July And the boys from the casino dance With their shirts open like Latin
Eden tonight Forcin' a light into all those stoney faces Left stranded on this warm July And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open Like Latin