Lletres:
Le Peuple De L Herbe

Why begin battles you can?t win When ya building a prison that you?re already in Burning your boats at the slightest pretence Within a sense of self

pack in every fricking ration of rap as I entrap The highly flammmable slightly satanical animal in me... who's me? J...J...JC And Le Peuple de L'Herbe

Chaos, construction. Begin another production Drum beats, drops of water That?ll makes a mortar Oughter fill the cracks in between each block Build up

Did I go wrong somewhere? I try to be the best does anyone cares? With Rap & Religion, Rhythm & Rhyme Say no to grime time Commercial standards, corporate

They may say every night and every day A little more liberty literally slipping away Sit down sit down, don?t bother to make a sound Cause every

Can?t judge a book by looking at da cover Don?t you judge me before you know me brother Some people are evil. We?re righteous, Whatever Can?t judge

Real life still seedy, for the poor sick and needy We could all be rich, but you bitches are too greedy You never really had a life too hard to measure

drivers rave In cages to keep ?em all calm and cool Ready for for Le Peuple de l?Herbe kick outta school! Rumors bloom as Le Peuple exhume Ancient breaks