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(feat. Daddy Rose, Dreddy Kruger, Driver, Killah Priest, ) [Intro: Daddy Rose (Dreddy Kruger) {Killah Priest}] Yeah! Worldwide, New York to the French connection Uh! Daddy Rose Productions, throw it up! (Hot millenium) World relations, the future (It's time to go) I know it's time {Sinister Shabar} (We'll blow ya ass up) No more, we at war (Freedom fighters Where you at?) Uh! (My French niggaz) [Chorus x3: Daddy Rose (Driver)] They say that the world peace but they tellin lies This time the revolution must be televised (Ouais, j'suis combattant de la liberté Ouais, j'suis combattant de la liberté) I'm a freedom fighter comin at you strong with my last breath Give me liberty or give me death, give me liberty or give me death (Ouais, j'suis combattant de la liberté Ouais, j'suis combattant de la liberté) [Interlude: Killah Priest (Dreddy Kruger)] Hot topic.. Masada, the chancellor Sinister Shabar (They ain't hear you, they ain't hear you) Letras de cancionesOh shit.. Masada, Shabar.. (Hot millenium) [Driver] J'suis en tenue d'combattant, guerrier en scaphandre de combat Celui qui s'dresse impoliment, négativement, là-bas à l'abattoir J'te parles du jour ou tout vas péter Le jour ou il faudra s'défendre pour obtenir la liberté...mentale Réveillons les consciences, pas d'folie j'me donne les moyens je tente ma chance Sache qu'un p'tit peu d'ci, avec un p'tit peu d'ça Ca fait ci-ça, ça-ci, un gros truc comme ça Se rouler dans la boue pour les droits d'l'homme ça coûte rien Sachant qu'ça peut protéger ton futur gosse et tes frangines, frangin Des guettos d'New York aux sales banlieues d'Paris Chacun souffre dans son coin il parait qu'c'est la vie J'vais la dompter, la fourrer, perforer, l'essorer, la mettre à ma guise Oui comme dans "Strip-tease", en un mot la mater Du haut d'ma tour à Sarcelles, j'méne l'opération En urgences, c'est l'agence, Driver la révolution... [Chorus] [Interlude: Killah Priest] Gotta leak it.. [Daddy Rose (Killah Priest)] I'm Daddy Rose, son of a black widow spider Used to be the flame of a crack lighter Now I'm a freedom fighter, spirit or Nat Turner Strapped with a black burner, mind of Malcolm Sight of a falcon, this black man is heard from Brownsville to Johannesburg The oppressor said he freed us, just damaged words Gave me a replica or liberty, me garned in shackles Feeled like a live king surrounded by jackels Armed with two scappels, tearin out the slave masters Adam's apples Feel like Atlas, but the weight of the world, I must carry it Shotguns like Harriet, I could feel my ancestor sing "Swing Low Sweet Chariot", for I am that I am The Gods have spoken, Moses in the bush Trust the virgin Mary, black widow lamb (King Masada) [Chorus] [Prodigal Sunn] I'm highly liberated, anticipated, still isolated In this crime scenery, carry heavy machinery On some revolutionary thug shit so watch ya nugget When the slugs spit I'm aimin for devils that be my target Number one priority, first of all, fuck society All they do is lie to me and spy for my enemies A freedom fighter, eat-a-mic sniper, fuck a liar-liar Like I said before son I speak truth 'til I expire My heartbeats enrage against the devil escapades For forty-thousand decades they made raise through wealthy slaves See in these wicked times some carry nines and marry swine With corrupted mines, created his line by mankind I generate lines of energy, cremate the century Soldier of infinity, brolic identity My chemistry and glee gleams like a fat diamond ring From the alley of fiends to the +Valley of Kings+, Kings [Chorus x3] [Outro: Killah Priest] The return of Shabar Masada, King Masada Give me liberty or give me death [x4: w/ Daddy Rose] Give me liberty or give me death [x2] From Letras Mania