Up! by Promoe
Up! lyrics
i wake up, look out the window, see three feet of snow
for real, meter's though - yo large, this beat is dope!
get the pen and the pad and start writing a verse like
i know the procedure, like this time ain't the first
but it could be the last, gotta make the most of it
hope my people forgive me, i know i'm so stubborn gotta
quit fuckin around, death could come so sudden make you
hate me some times, but all i want is more loving i
know what you thinkln, but this ain't another last song
call it my first song, livicated to my first horn's
baby mother, ain't no other - one life to live one love
to give, i'm gon' give it on...
up! to my people's revolutionary spirit
turn it up - real life music, lose it when you hear it
bum it up - babylon and sing along with the lyrics
one life, one love to give - i'm gon give it on...
up! to my people's revolutionary spirit
turn it up - real life music, lose it when you hear it
burn it up - babylon and sing along with the lyrics
one life, one love to give...
i look up to another bright day, thinkin that i might
stay if it's ok with the almighty all knowing, all
seeing, all forgiving i hope cus I don't know who's
right - guess it isn't the pope guess it isn't the
point either, what i mean is jesus, do we really need
our leaders? or do they need us, where do they lead us
look at the riches of the world and they won't even
feed us i say enough is enough and man nothing of
nothing is nothing they huffin and puffin - they
bluffin, they pushin the but�ton i'm rushin their
iunchin and cussin their cousins and uncles and
brothers and mothers and lovers and others and... fuck
it wasting my breath on them iniq�uity workers when i
need to step from this inner city
circus fitttn perfect in then plan when it's we that
hurt us pressin down when the only way that's really
gonna
work ^^J
chorus
selector lift it up and uplift, we've been stuffed
enough shit to make a sausage feel envious we must quit
we must stop, me must go - to get crops we must sow
good seed, water it, shine a light - it a grow but all
them pesticides is genocides - truths and rights i
write j through, mike booths - step inside render my
heart and not my garment i'm pickin that part - pick me
apart with all your comments i'm beggin no pardons,
kickin back at the apartment watchin, plottin, startin,
chargin... and when the venom it stings all the
gentle�men kings the pendelum swings back and forth
they pack a sword mightier than my pen to hack us all
to pieces (again:) do we really need our leaders or do
they need us, where do they lead us? i tell you down,
down, down - well time's...
chorus
large made the music at hotel no monkey business (for
no mon�key business entertainment) and i wrote the
rhymes when i still lived in uppsala - with mad snow
outside the window, i recorded it with vladi pushing
the buttons at soundlsm, even before we started
recording songs for the fort europa album, that makes
it almost two years old now, but it's still "up to the
time"! j schuster played the bass for dlx
entertainment.
i compared the opening lines with the opening lines of
"these walls don't lie" (which was still very new when
i wrote this one), and it seems like there's something
with large's sentimental beats and witting rhymes in
the apartment in uppsala. a whole lotta window peeping,
and dream�ng myself away...
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