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fisherman - rza & dj scratch lyrics

fisherman lyrics
[chorus]
no one knows for whom the bell tolls
or how many souls does the h*ll hold?
you find a soul it’s more precious than gold
some get bought some get lost some sold but
no one knows for whom the bell tolls
or how many souls does the h*ll holds
as we strive for these diamonds and gold
a lot of lessons unfold

[verse 1]
the great fishermen the fisher of men
try to make a remedy for the elixir of sin
premonition, we need divine intervention
the wholе world is staged so it’s time for intermission
in thе middle of the congo jungle there’s a combo
of concentrated elements that makes the world phones glow
but they got a small zone for the phone though
we use to communicate banging on the bongo
when the village was more motherly and brotherly
and the dutch came through and k!lled them off for the rubber tree
king leopold, city built from a sea of gold
the rza rector still trading on a silky road
someone told us to grow up and get your doe up
so uh we invested inside the blow rush
that was the late 80’s goldrush
dmd, rec posse, gladiators had to it sowed up
crazy how we changed the quota just by adding baking soda
taking over streets and codas like ford making motors
motorolas, toyota, corollas… coke in cans of folgers
market starts to skyrocket pockets start to bulge up
until the price of life was less than the cost of a
box of rice too many black youths locked in a box for life…
i wanna go home!
it wasn’t worth the sacrifice
[chorus]
no one knows for whom the bell tolls
or how many souls does the h*ll hold’s
as we strive for these diamonds and gold
many lost they selves on the side of the road
no one knows for whom the bell tolls
or how many souls that the h*ll holds
as we travel down these unknown roads a lot of stories get told

[verse 2]
you try to escape from this verbal beat down but you can’t get way
your handicap rap got wheelchairs waiting on a jetway
peg leg egg head this bar is just a seg*way into my point
i don’t write rhymes i write essays. you on the borderline trying to figure me out like a ese
caliente senorita they love me like besame
la mucho my dog wilder than cujo making doe inside my dojo bankroll fatter than a sumo
rza regulate time and sp*ce of your mindscape
old royal relics being left inside divine’s safe
combo to the combination seven 15 domination
your mom should’ve aborted you to spare you from the abomination
gravel pit hits the judge slams the gavel
scrambling for three*letter words to express the rhyme scrabble
babble on armed like it’s confused people in babylon
colorful like a box of crayons or sportswear in paragon
voice unique as sarah vaughn i mix the turmeric with the tarragon
while raveling in south of france with frankie we was heading down to avalon
with two femme fatale knapsacks backpacking like a couple of vagabonds
je m’appel rza rector mc bone collector
telekinetic reflect, your strong threats like my name was vector
now back in usa in the back of a black escalade with 4 female security legally getting paid to spray
[chorus]
but no one knows for whom the bell tolls
or how many souls does the h*ll hold?
as we strive for these diamonds and gold
many lost themselves on the side of the road
no one knows for whom the bell tolls
or how many souls that the h*ll holds
as we travel down these unknown roads, a lot of stories get told

- rza dj scratch lyrics

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