Lady Liberty Needs Glasses Songtext
von Malcolm Jamal Warner
Lady Liberty Needs Glasses Songtext
[Malcolm Jamal Warner]
Let me show you, the rhyme. Excuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs glasses and so does Mrs. Justice by her side Both the broads are blind as bats, stumblin through - the system Justice bumped into M′Tulu, trippin on Geronimo Pratt but stepped right over Oliver and his crooked partner Ronnie Justice stubbed her big toe on Mandela And Liberty was misquoted by the Indians Slavery was just a learning phase, forgotten without a verdict while Justice is on a rampage for endangered survivin black males I mean really; if anyone REALLY valued life and cared about the masses They'd take ′em both to Pen Optical and get TWO pairs of glasses Excuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs glasses I'm kickin asses up and down New York City It's a pity Brothers wanna be grimy and gritty to each other What would your mother think, smotherin your brother? I see you sink, into another level Dancin with the devil Turn up the bass, cause I′m player; also a rhyme sayer Kind of fly, layer after layer Why. cause I′m blessed Cause I've progressed I′ve learned my lessons Class has always been in session, so you better take notes And stop chokin on negativity
Let me show you, the rhyme. Excuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs glasses and so does Mrs. Justice by her side Both the broads are blind as bats, stumblin through - the system Justice bumped into M′Tulu, trippin on Geronimo Pratt but stepped right over Oliver and his crooked partner Ronnie Justice stubbed her big toe on Mandela And Liberty was misquoted by the Indians Slavery was just a learning phase, forgotten without a verdict while Justice is on a rampage for endangered survivin black males I mean really; if anyone REALLY valued life and cared about the masses They'd take ′em both to Pen Optical and get TWO pairs of glasses Excuse me - but, Lady Liberty needs glasses I'm kickin asses up and down New York City It's a pity Brothers wanna be grimy and gritty to each other What would your mother think, smotherin your brother? I see you sink, into another level Dancin with the devil Turn up the bass, cause I′m player; also a rhyme sayer Kind of fly, layer after layer Why. cause I′m blessed Cause I've progressed I′ve learned my lessons Class has always been in session, so you better take notes And stop chokin on negativity
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