Stop The World

Lyrics

[Hook] Stop the world [Verse 1: Lord Black] Here's what you been waiting on, a knowledge-dropping song This will teach you right from wrong, the deal is you must be strong Stop the world, a new sound made up by Africans You have to (Show the world) just like you were Jamaican The world is lopsided, we're living proof When I'm at a club, brothers act un-(Cool) We're eager to reach people who are not aware Of Black awareness, and how the government is not fair Because of that, this word we send, don't be surprised My name is Lord Black (Dark skin, brown eyes) They're not contacts (I'm not living like that) Support Black movements by Black, Rock, and Ron Instead of wasting your money on (Gucci, Louis Vuitton) Who's to blame? There shouldn't be no shame in the game I'm Black, not a wannabe, or a gonna-be I'm a def MC, in this industry What we ought to do is come together With positive thoughts that are keen and clever If you have a goal, you should go full strength If it's a positive thing, you can go the length Some brothers act fool, they're getting me fed You need to lay off the drugs and read a book instead Respect your brother man, wash each other's hand We must take a stand, then on the other hand Take back the Motherland, and... stop the world [Hook] Stop the world [Verse 2: Master Rock] This jam is for all, not two nerds on the curb (That's how I'm living) – A household word Stop the world, be global (That's living) And every Sunday, I watch Gil Noble We must prepare those unaware Blind, deaf, and dumb, we shall all overcome Ten ounces of knowledge is what I'm manifesting I got the answers, you got the questions Why do we struggle, fight, and kill one another When you're supposed to be (Peace, my brother)? Your knowledge is little, and I've got a lot MC's who pop shit, you put yourself on the spot Hip-Hop is a mission, and we try to be hard But the world is soft, except mighty (God) You bite, I bite, yo, we're all biters Well writers of poetry, we're not hypocrites or lunatics Hip-Hop is politics, check out the statistics The rap critics try to hold us down, stab our backs But we're (Too Black, too strong) I'm not wrong You live by the sword, you're gonna die by the Lord Yo (Freeze...) Put down that knife (Rapping is my life) That's what this jam's about The rap group's gonna teach those troops It's how some demonstrate, educate, keep building Stop the world and save all the children Baiting us, hating, no trust in lust You think you're better than us, that's why we must Stop the world before Judgement Day And everybody, listen close to what I say, c'mon Men, women, all you boys and girls Let's get it together and... stop the world [Hook] Stop the world [Verse 3: Lord Black] Stop, don't point, I got mine, get (Yours) When this world was created, Allah made it spin You thought my crew fell off? Think again, my friend Oh (Yes), it's (Black) and I'm back (Y'all) With a powerful movement that will never fall It's time, I won't resign, I'm gonna (Get it right) What's rightfully mine To stop the world, it's a mission, we want people to listen Like Martin Luther King, he stopped the world before If people didn't listen, it would have been another Civil War I'm down for science, for the unaware born This beat is raw – that's what we're giving Ron, can we get paid? (That's how I'm living) So open the door (Down by law) [Master Rock] "Stop the world" is a complete thought A positive message, 'cause we've taken too much shorts We've wasted our time, paid our dues, cried the blues And now it's time to change our shoes How does it feel when the shoe's on the next foot? Like Kunta Kinte, we all had to stay put As you all know, two hundred years ago, we were peasants This is a Black, Rock, and Ron, Tony and Tommy production To stop chaos, crime, and all of corruption I'm down with the movement, like a X-Man Not trying to disrespect the next man Stay on point, mental and physical shape I don't sell drugs, I sell records and tapes Some tracks I teach and some tracks are for fun If we can't do it, it can't be done Money Making... (What's up?) Pump the shotgun That's just a warning, don't be here in the morning It is our turf, we call it Planet Earth We all want peace, but can we do it in peace In New York, I'm a gangster, because of my looks When I walk down the street, I'm harassed by the jooks "Why was you running?" "Why was you chasing me?" Like a pipe in my face trying to base me Like Anita Baker, I'm caught up in a rapture I'm not a crook, it's the hook from my lyric book Another chapter, called 'Stop The World'