Innocent
Yeah. Yeah. Yo. Yo.
Yo. Trapacanti. Yo.
[Chorus: La The Darkman]
When I walk these streets, like bamboo, I'm strapped
Get your brain tapped by fourty-four caliber gats
It ain't like that, cats gotta learn to relax
If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, you're on your ass
[La The Darkman]
If you see at cat without his vest hangin by his neck
Then La done it, I'm tryin to see this benz six-hundred
With a fly bitch, a gat and cognac gettin blunted
Readin the tablet of my money from the kids that I fronted
You don't want it,
Someone's Calling
turning 'round as if in flight
I sense your breath cut like a knife
a thousand shadows all in pain
what they feel (fear?) must be the same
the tension's mounting (mounted?) with the tide
I see the heat rise to the sky
I search the faces for a clue
a thousand hate(s), some laughter too
the flames were dancing as the people shouted
the streets they were alive as the stage was mounted
a thousand cries of jubilation
from the throes of this great people's nation
and as our bridges burned to dust
a useless theme was quite enough
I felt as you, one with the night
someone's calling in the night
I start to think, I start to cry
the choice is always mine
but I'm too scared to dance (judge?)
but I'm too scared to dance (judge?)
but I'm too scared to dance (judge?)
but I'm too scared to dance (judge?)
turning 'round as if in flight
I sense your breath cut like a knife
a thousand shadows all in pain
what they feel (fear?) must be the same
someone's calling in the night
someone's calling in the night
someone's calling in the night
someone's calling in the night