[Chorus]
No one knows for whom the bell tolls
Or how many souls does the hell 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 hell 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 killed 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
No one knows for whom the bell tolls
Or how many souls does the hell 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 hell 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 killed 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
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