Green (Kirk McLeod; arranged by K. McLeod/J. Amato/A. Wadeen) C'mon Jamie we've got We've got to hurry baby We've got our tickets bought We've got
When my cell mates loose all hell breaks loose Hit you from above and put some shells on your roof Tell him to move, run through obstacles Retrospect, laser opticals Seven nation
when it's tossed And often light green kiss my ass to coffin Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths and Cut the bull then I'm seven deuce Impala whore dance
runnin' when its tossed and often light green kiss my ass to coffin Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala
Yeah American and European, national champion Kool Keith, you know who I am The master man, Willie Biggs, big status Droppi nine-six and seven, big status
the icecream truck And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight seven
I gotta throw it up for him, black Mack 11, got it outta 2 11, she wanna do a man, you know I gave that hoe a seven, You dona??t want drama, unless you
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers It's like this ninety-seven Aight, my
spending his do' I'ma hit this hoe then change locations 'Cause I'm hungry for the green, so I stays impatient Green light on the mic, I'ma change the nation
hands bitch, run your ice Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin
on the plow Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven
letter home, but I'm too tired for writing It almost breaks my heart When I think of Josephine I told I'd be coming home With pockets full of green
the wall they took all the blame The sacred hearts picture compassion in his eyes Drowned out the river of sighs The grass grow green on the brewery
Seeds of Life (Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Ooh how my mind moves to green when I close my eyes Because green is the color of
like fire, makin' these niggas yearn Don't be stressin' me dirty, you got shit to learn How to keep these seven zeroes that's my only concern Put a torch
on a different dimension its my intention to be wrenchin the attention from you to me ascension to the top, king of the seven seas man, dont talk about
Immortal Technique and DJ Green Lantern Third World mother fuckers! [Immortal Technique] I'm from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth
on water I am the ressurection, and the life Trials and tribulations got me speaking in this ill communication Just a product of this wickedness created in this nation
