Key: F major•
Verse 1
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I'm slidin', squattin',
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In the land, black man,
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Jezebel to my left in a chariot or a vessel
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To unlearn, that's a vehicle
And when you see me,
I'm spittin' what's rotten
Grippin' hoes' throats and smilin'
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Cause the en d's approachin'
If you was in
L .O. or
Rutts, whether
God got ya
Get the picture,
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rollin' to the hills with a dark skinned one
Reek of speak, but then what?
Happen to descend on the situation
Was a booger,
he must've pulled from a bigger stash
At the bus stop,
should've pit -stopped or smashed
And act like I didn't see
him standing there waving
Asked my brother,
I can't leave him hanging like he wouldn't
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And playing just like a step -cutting
I pulled over the boogers,
he need a ride to
Tenduce
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But my gas tank is booger -proof
To
Brother
Nick, I can't mix all in my mix
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But gave a blessing to my
And fired up some dank and say thank you
He wanna seize me, release me,
least the police was a brother
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He acted jack like action
But he don't run a show I know,
so watch me flee
And I said, bravin' on,
here's your slavin'
ID card, punk
And then he gave me the list of
see I'll be the lackin'
Stackin' the mail up,
And can't tell,
cause we sleepwalkin', talkin'
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But some be soft rockin', side shufflin',
lucky he let me walk up till he go
Here's a bus ticket,
But then baby girlfriend drove
up too deep and
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Nick's a man, messed up all my plans
Damn, as they drove off in a tow truck,
pooped up like doing a dance
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All these boogers in my program
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This country
was founded by stealing the land from the
Indians
I know many tears fell from
Uh -oh, sometimes we'll say things change,
but ain't nothing change
So they call for organized
revolution
Put an awful time in the
White
House
I'll power to the people,
I don't give a fuck about
Jeff
C.
Jackson, cause he ain't for
my people's freedom
Or a
Jesse
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Worthy veteran, cause I got a gun
I'm not
Asiatic, I'm not an
Afro -American
I know four facts,
if you're black you're an
African
It's our time once again to raise our fists
Africans are getting oppressed,
I ain't taking this shit,
How could you count on the white
folks that cause the problem
We need to be free, I'm a revolutionary,
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I'ma get my freedom by any
means necessary
We already got a solution,
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organize black folks for a revolution
Kill a motherfucker that's oppressing us,
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no more pigs in our community arresting us
The revolution of the 60s needs to be completed,
black people united, we'll never be defeated
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All power to the people,
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black power to the
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African community
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niggas die every day and they rock
Cause death ain't for gods,
they most applying mass
The son put to death by the father,
mold a soldier
Like I told ya, we're for god and the shit
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The police to the slave master,
then the devil
left
up abducted
When they find your remains,
they're fried
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The police dug up my backyard
Toa, I seen the likes that
you never heard of
Witness death every day
from in the mind of murder
But all them scenes of death
failed to tangle
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Shabazz nigga, I'm a real hell's angel
And when the gods are woke, in the belly
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Die nigga, die, or burn like I told you
And fools that won't submit,
fool, you'll never make it
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Watch a god take it
Yeah
geeks and fairies
Peek out your window, by all means
Cause it's necessary
Some old suckers said fuck a gorilla
But I caught him
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Where you want your bullet at nig ga?
And take the muggin' like a man
Like you say it was
Mackin'
It's mathematics
Niggas gon' die is a sacrifice
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And the children escape first
Use your brain, fool,
a nigga's already dead
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With three strugs above his neck
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Send the blessed, bless black,
cause it's just us
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Crush your motherfuckin' devils,
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You're a negro in a skull that been there
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Unlearned, ex posed to cults,
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covered in her own hair
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And fuck with that,
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And once I resurrect a nigga,
can't be either
this is not a game
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Show ain't a motherfuckin' joke
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Hoe shakin' hips for false jack shit
Mr.
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Jack'll make your ass beg for peace
For y 'all that don't know, for us the
Jack means don't
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And even more specific, rock on
City life, we'll all play a scheme
Layin' wood at
Caddy's
Row, niggas caped to go
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Bitches sell they soul, and now they own
By the devil, a gangster in the ghetto
Sellin' fast tickets one way to hell
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And that's a fact, livin' under
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Oh my, I hope you ain't black
Cause brothers gettin' dusted,
police ain't trustin'
Keep an innocent guinea pig as a suspect
City life, when fools fuck jailbait
And when they caught,
they known as a rape
Artists, plucking young
nothing but a pun
bomb being dropped
Creepin' real slow, niggas fixed to die
I'm tired,
Looks like the goddamn
city's enraged
Boulevards, avenues, big city blocks
All blocked off by the
motherfuckin' cops
Damn, the sound of the
government tanks
Stormin' through the city,
postin' up in ranks
What's goin' down
with the city?
Somethin' ain't right
Shittin'
Sheldon
Smith
Goddamn!
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