Government Music-Promoe

"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 f**k 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 sh*t/ 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 sh*t 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 alot 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/ "