the '80s back That's okay with me, that's where they made me at Except I don't write on the wall I write my name in the history books hustlin' in the
my fangs [Verse 2:] What you niggas know bout me, no really what you know bout me You don't know shit bout me you don't know my history Coming with
[Mos Def] History It's happening every day y'all (right now) Everyday (right now) Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!) Listen Brooklyn wins again It's the
waited for the weather to get much better For the new wind to blow in the storm We tried to remember the history in the region The French foreign legion
Mr. Bush, you better check out your own part in the divine drama You may find you the Devil Listen, 'cause in 1990 Chubb Rock and the gang is on a banned
incarceration if I pull it Bring the yellow tape, niggas can't overcome my bullet Went to jail tryin to get paid, still on my rampage Jump behind some bushes
On a cool dark night someone's coming down the street With a smoking gun and a smile on his face For all to see, the rest is history nut no one knows
rose above New York I be in the Bronx eating pounds of kush? your like a fag in front of the pussy beating around the bush. Chorus Big Daddy Kane
Stephen:I have to redo the vocals for Medieval Bush. Friends: Why? Stephen: Cause I said 1570's muff instead of 1470's muff and the medieval period
they heard me rearin' and tearin' through area 51 The ants scurry under the eye of echelon Let's get in orbit - let's revive the renaissance Look at history
some strange ecstasy Curiosity, killed the best of these By robbing their lives of dignity Still they moved on and on and Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush
to the wealthy My niggaz on welfare, nobody givin' up healthcare Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell here? George Bush having a swell
Almighty JAH And a wear gold chain and drive fancy car Call demself posse, gwaan like mafia And a model demself off a nuff gangster Capone, Babyface and Dillinger But history
was playing wid my brudder Happy was I; Oh, take me to my kind old mudder! Dere let me live and die. 3rd Verse One little hut among de bushes, One
Jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free J U M P I N G Jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free Bring your burning bush Harlots if you're able We'll get stuck in history
capture the dream The moment has come The eyes of the world are waiting to see This is your time to claim your place in history Standing tall with
advocates. My religion is peace love and happiness. This shock cannot be televised for free. ''cause bright lights and dead bodies make for great TV. The world is panicking, Mr Bush