Texty:
Fighting Instinct The Call

emptiness inside him or the rate at which it grows He tries hard to fight the battle He tries so hard not to let it show And God hears his people calling

emptiness inside him or the rate at which it grows He tries hard to fight the battle He tries so hard not to let it show And God hears his people calling

Night" An eye for an eye, a life for his wife Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct

twenty cents in my pocket, I saw the light If you're young gifted and black, you got no rights Your only true right is a right to a fight And not a fair fight

a sound She comes like a thief in the night And she means to steal you blind Call off the war, it's getting stronger Don't try to fight [Incomprehensible

of our hearts How many times has instinct let us down Never to be thought through, never to be questioned Say what you really mean When your ambition calls you, calls

work and get paid less than a man When I'm doin' the same damn thing that he can When I'm aggressive then I'm a bitch When I got attitude you call me

moon shines I become alive, yeah [Verse 1:] I'm feeling strange in the night I'm in myself I feel I'm thrown into a fight Nowhere to run, nowhere to

lady Diddy, I see you, baby Y'all niggaz done met ya match I'm somethin' like a pimp you bust I bust back I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey My stomach