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The credit belongs to the Team who's in the arena Whose faces are marred by Dust, sweat and blood Who knows the great enthusiasm The great devotions and spends Themselves in a worthy cause Who at best if they win, know The thrills of high achievement And if they fail at least they Fail while daring greatly, so That their place shall never be With those cold and timid souls Who know neither victory Nor defeat... |
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If man is the father of the son
Is the center of the earth In the middle of the universe Why is this verse comin Six times rehearsed Don't freestyle much so I write em like such Amongst the fiends Controlled by the screens What does it all mean All this shit i'm seein Human beings scream vocal javelins Signs of a local nigga unravelin My wandering Got my ass wondering Where Christ is In all this crisis Hatin Satan Never knew what nice is Check the papers While I bet on Isis More than your eye can see And ears can here Year by year All the sense disappears Nonsense perseveres Prayers laced wit fear Beware 2 triple 0 is near Damn was it somethin I said Pretend you don't see So you turn your head Race scared of it's shadow Does it matter? Thought areparations Got em playin wit the population Nothing to lose Everythings approved People used Even murders excused White men in suits Don't have to jump Still theres 1001 ways To lose wit the shoes God takes care of ol folks and fools While the devil takes care Of makin the rules Folks don't even own themselves Payin mental rent To corporate president 1 outta 1 million residents Be a dissident Who ain't kissin it The politics of chains and whips Got the sick Missin chips and championships What's love got to do Wit what you got Don't let a win get to your head Or a loss to your heart Nonsense perseveres Prayers heed wit fear Beware 2 triple O is near It might feel good Sound a lil somethin Damn the game If it don't mean nuttin What is game who got game Where's the game In life Behind the game Behind the game I got game She got game We got game They got game He got game That millenium Just be killin em Scary Like lies buried in the library When did a state pen Correct anything When piles of us Still be catchin the bus When stacks of cats Packin laundry mats Paid the preachers back But where the teachers at? I ain't even gotta ask it As who's underpaid and Fouled at the basket I can't blame the envy At who gettin the benjis And takin grants for granted Last i checked pyramids Wasn't built like projects Or on government checks Modern day thugs Ain't got no guts Pardon the expression Under governor nuts Last time in a church Be the last time in a church Dead pledged alliance To many cd's and movies Leaving reality Believing fantasy Bleedin fatalities Too many formalities Prayers laced wit fear Beware 2 triple O is here |
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| 3. |
| 3:14 |
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What do you want
What do you need What will you find Don't be afraid Don't fall asleep Open ya mind I hope this rhyme Gets you in time and space Come to a different place Where you here spiritual Lyrical knowledge In your face...to face Like welfare In these rappers lyrics They need help there Does KRS represent heaven Hell yeah Let me take you elsewhere Where you stand there's A curse there, for sure Unless your mature Grow up if you're immature Then ya livin sinister Your reject the words Of the minister You better get wit your Koran or Bible You won't be livin long If ya livin idle The teacha that's my title Shakin it up wakin it up Makin it up breakin it up Taken it up higher no liar You can't deny tha Public Enemy With the public enema I get's way up in buttock My stuff rock I rocks cause This hip hop The long laster Chuck D wit Blast Murderer I know you heard a The word I be swirvin and servin ya Alert ya while splurt the Divine speech Slow the party down so I can spi-dit to each I teach Mystic lyric don't stop Git it git it you betta hear it Battle? quit it CHORUS Unstoppable Public Enemy on the disc Unstoppable Runnin the game Chuck and Chris Unstoppable Bet you didn't know they had Griff Unstoppable You don't wanna take the risk Chuck verse Can a black headed stepchild Run da mile Forever like a juvenile To stay alive Survivin in a freestyle Yo hold it down Walkin on the wildside To live and die Damn another slow song Yo money put the record Back the fuck on No respect for the usual suspects Madd teens pourin fire On the gasoline The beat fiends Feelin like fever I'm gettin warm Chalkmarks in the rainstorm Children of the gone Lost and forgotten minds rotten The arcade shot em Channel zero on The TV got em If you don't love yourself You can't love nobody If you don't know yourself Then you nobody Do your thing no bang In the same damn gang I never sang I'm back But I transcend slang Silence in the face Of violent crews My rhymes and news be Blacker than most blues Troublin it all come tumblin For the strugglin Occupations Daily operation Stimulations Causin mental violation Minds on vacation In the middle of revelations is a nation |
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| 4. |
| 3:46 |
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Uh, uh, keep it goin
Yea, whatever [Flavor Flav] Now, now, now Now this is that fly shit, the do or die shit Made shit, platinum shit that make you so sick Flavor Flav ?time ticks, just count the six to eight figures? ? shut em down at the Ritz Thinkin of grits, Kibbles 'n Bits, now I'm in the mix Flav be doin just like this Off the meat rack, got my money stacked Blow out your back, no fakin jacks Kid relax, honey I shrunk the kids Flipped your wig, on top of the world like 'Pac and Big Flavor Flav still stay jig Takin a swing, knock you out like Shannon Briggs Up on your block, money bustin out my socks Yo I'm in it for life, I'm takin a piece of the rock Flavor Flav got a lot, so you know I can't stop In ninety-eight I'm livin on large estates boy! Chorus: *sung* Flavor Flav shake yo' booty Get rich, do your dance, it's your duty Stack paper, and let's get crazy Throw your hands in the air then be Swayze (repeat 2X) [Flavor Flav] Check out my girls, check out my girls Sing that shit G, sing that shit G! Give me the night, like George Benson and have fun, this jam is number one We gonna party til it's done, me and DR goin real far In a black car, fat two-seater Rich like Kedar, on my Def Jam's Let's see how the ball bounce I'ld lampin, so you know I can't fall From Strong Island, still buckwhylin, stylin Profilin, eatin at City Island Now you know the real score, Flavor's raw Catch me on tour, makin mad moves for sure Hittin chicks like galore, we're gonna dance til we shake the floor, I know you party people want more Chorus [Flavor Flav] Word up yo Ha ha, tsk tsk tsk Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ha hah Ohh shit, sing it y'all! (Shake it) C'mon, sing it! (Shake it, shake it like ya want) Sing it again, c'mon! (Shake it) Let em hear you (Shake it, shake it like ya want) Yo this is fly, it's fly, it's fly (Shake it) Yo it's blazin (Shake it, shake it like ya want) All this shit is hot (Shake it) Hot hot hot! (Shake it, shake it like ya want) Hot hot hot HOT!!! First of all, Flav never get stuck Still wear my jewels that's trunk Can't mess with the cash that's bad enough tryin to set me up Get me messed up in the game, what's my name? Watch me flame to the Billboard spot I'm HOT HOT HOT, on MTV BET The way you see me, V.I.P. Don't try to make history Stay loyal to fam P.E., ? Nigua, burn your face with a ciggerua Chorus 2X [Flavor Flav] Yeah that's right, two-zero-zero-zero I know it's hot Son, it's blazin We gon' take this shit We gon' flip it to the moon YaknowhatI'msayin? And we gonna flip it off the moon back to New York, and flip it down Broadway YaknowhatI'msayin? All the way down to Hot 97 And we gock it like this, like this yaknowhatI'msayin? Terminator X!! Ha hah, let me hear that one more time, one more time Terminator X!! One more time, one more time, Terminator X! |
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| 5. |
| 5:09 |
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Crosstown traffic
Black to black You should a seen 'er Long and winding road to the arena Crystal ball I prophesized What was on the horizon Forewarned yall Is it any wonder What kind of ground you goin under A September ender To march madness remember? You never heard a murder Take for example Unsolved mystery Life lost in a funk sample Enter the bandwagons Braggin hangin banners Clearin the way for younger MCs And new hammers What was criticized six years back Is now back With New York on the jersey front and back Feel like Tiger Woods Got madd goods Way up from the cheap seats Comin outta the hood Race to the black seats Amongst the wack seats Be the hardcore Alongside the deadbeats The world lookin on Like spectators At crucified gladiators Feels like a jungle inside Where fish swim birds fly Man got a tendency to die Man falls to the hands of man But damn if i'll ever try To survive at courtside Four tickets to fly Rap or play ball do the game Or duck the drive by Same league that defends Be the same ones that do us in Spys CIA - FBI And them suits in that Corporate sky Eye for an eye The target is the bad guy Heard the war is on From the announcer Bound to get the crowd Bouncin Yes and it counts and In this corner representin the Best in the west Died from four bullets Two in the chest Worshipped on the other side Of TV sets Had madd fans Comin outta both sex Sold, multi platinum Eight times gold But died of homicide Twenty five years old Heard he died in debt too I ain't seen a winner yet, you? The confused crowd boos The move__________ In that corner Number one in the east The peace cursed for life By the mark of the beast Raised by peeps rode jeeps Deep in Brooklyn beats Praised as a hero Who came up off the streets The crowd looks on Claimin sides they don't own A house built up on Their skulls and bones Knew it be a matter of time The play by play Two rappers slain Main So let us pray Wit all the gunnin Crowd goin crazy Gettin bigger Proud to be called a bunch Bitches and niggas The ghetto stage fulla Field nigga goals Hip hop shoot outs vs those house negros Five bodies got on the shot clock Runnin down in the count made The scoreboard rock The referees the LAPD The LVPD Said they couldn't catch What they couldn't see Question Was it bigger than the names Not only in the game But the game behind the game Down to the remaining Seconds of this record Anatomy of a murder Intensity of a mystery Dead and gone As the heads looked on Helpless As the atmosphere preyed on Investigating And the winner be Interscope/UNI Arista/BMG Lost in overtime Da tombstone trophy for people that ______ The rhymes that died Beats that deceased _____best Rest in peace Chorus Rainy days from stormy nights Though the stars shined Days were bright That was then this is now That was them this is how Rainy days from stormy nights Though the stars shined Days were bright Live and die by the sword Come playoff time Is your lord a god Or is your god a dog? |
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look around what do you see
can you see what I see hard to live without weed catching hell without heed phenomenons phenomns prodigys 20,000 maniacs just gotta be human highlight flicks they wanna be hobbies turned to robberies they killin me the gun didn't know I was loaded devil attempts to get heroes railroaded stole the ball from lost souls for whom the final bell toles confused with moses in street clothes he suppose he the one with the corn rows blessed to do this outside j do you know the way to the ABA one on one it's just begun come to the house of the rising son not one of these programmed cats just off the black where the shot clock at don't back me if I with milky raps smack me if I rhyme on silky tracks takes a nation to get back Mike sometimes the opposite of what ya like I'm tired of the traps within sometimes your brain's your cell prison's the skin you in getting change beyond point blank range combined with the cross it's getting strange here comes the sun but who's gonna stop the rain it's just begun and some got done got to beat the man in the house of the rising son |
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Revelation, revelation...
(Flavor Flav) Yeah that's right, y'all better act like you know Shit is gettin critical (in all the nations) Shit is gettin crazy, that's right (all the lands) Y'all better listen yo shit is blazin G Shit is blazin, that's right, I'm tryin to let y'all know... Soldiers of the future We are approachin with to be Earth's last battle The war fever's on the rise The lives of many are in the hands of fate Armageddon is the destiny we await In the trenches of the ghettos we meditate Developin our defense, I'm gettin tense I hear the bombs of time tickin As the smoke of fear thickens in the air I cock my glock and give thanks For the peace that will exist, when this war is over Revolutions, revelations will be revealed Babylon has fallen, now time to build, labwars (Chuck D) When I spit at the government bombs like Saddam hit Make you flip to the music with your shit half-lit Harder than time and convicts Rhymes never be basic, afraid of the dark twenty-five to the L, no I just can't face it Need a mill for two passports and face-lifts Ain't tryin to see handcuffs and steel bracelets Twisted politics, high speed chases on the races, locked down places Prophet of rages, reincarnation as gauges set to show off in the blazes Revolution, revelation, resurrection stages Raw like wild dogs locked up in the cages And my brain cell with ice picks under the floor Plottin the war I'll sign a Shakur for sure Revisited, hear the shorties be quizzin it Geronimo Platt, politically incarcerated cats I dwell on all the black males doin time And got me wanderin who invented motherfuckin crime Goin in a tantrum lyrical fits Spread like cancer on tracks that hit Feel the pulse in the boom in the night song Rally up all the people like a Farrakhan Spittin words that'll send em back to Peningon Hittin cats in the head out in Lebanon Through the New World order I'ma carry on Hittin brothers with jewels they can grow on More than wack videos in a dance song If you don't believe it so long and so on So on, prove the player haters so wrong I don't care who the fuck is out there yeah My militant mind stay guerilla zone Shorties feelin me in the chest like a silicone Get ya home with a honeycomb Go to any Coast I'ma bet ya I'ma bust chrome Once again in Terrordome I'll show em My Mics come equipped with chips and fax modems Got the facts and rewrote them 2001, 2002, what's it gonna do? What's it gonna do, gonna do? (Chorus: Chuck D) Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Age was created in the lab Small pox created in the lab Beats too marks created on the AB The futuristic thinks, BIO pass In nine hundred and ninety eight we gonna take down the head of state and demonstrate non-stop resistance It is time, time for a drastic change. Time to retaliate and wake up I've had enough, enough of the lies enough of the destruction, information and corruption's. False religions, doctors and puddy compoundin and who gets in trouble? And I won't stop no, no No more violence, no, no, no more induses and no more two-face politicians who stab you in the back Plus, mother is too long and I'm densing. And I'll attack and I won't hold back I'm gonna trouble you, hold you and squeeze you until the truth is told You can keep your man-made diseases and your welfare reform, housing projects penitentiary, fake genitals that ain't never really included me Nothin can stop us, not even death (*echoes*) (Chorus: Chuck D) Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars, bulletproofin Revelations 33 1/3 revolutions No solutions, labwars... |
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| 3:18 |
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The way this go down is simple from this day forth
Anything dealin' wit rapstay off this the playoffs no payoffs Strictly skills if your brains insane then stick to ya deals In this field it ain't all about sell in a mil Wit run of the mil So just be tellin' it real But usually it ain't like A third time felon's appeal 'Til a God school 'em and tell the deal I'll allow you to write Maybe allow to bite If you down to fight the power Here's the power to fight I overpower the mic Hit the crow wit da bomb diggy Ring the alarm Now the squads wit me From way back I shown no weakness When I speak this Mentally strong to keep this hit end My speech is given Now listen from the beginning 'Til I reach the endin' My short story's winnin' And keep the beat spinnin' Chorus: You know the name, PE You know the game, PE We ain't for the fame We for the chance (word is bond) I wake up every day wit my game face on You know the name, PE You know the game, PE We ain't for the fame We for the chance (word is bond) I wake up every day wit my game face on We back harder then ever Follow my lead Through the fast lane in the game They follow my speed Either ease off the gas or floor it You ain't ready to get it I don't know why they keep askin' for it This is real TV ain't no castin' for it Cop lights, news, camera no action for it Get the uncut raw If you somewhat sure Hip hop is like a chess game Discussing the war Strategize Move like masterminds When it's yo go And it's yo dough List time Just cash mine last time I welcome |
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| 3:17 |
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On the outs I lace up, the world I face up
To score on anybody, its war on everybody The new guys come in blood shot between the eyes As long as their sellin that merchandise And one what goes in don't come back The color may be green but its also black And red I know many heads that spent bloodshed Cursed in converses, dead in Pro Keds Now every Tom, Dick, Harry or Joe Smith Skip the spauldings, pony's, and k-swiss High school and college coaches gettin Kickbacks from scholarships and them slave ships Hey Dr. J where you got those moves Was it gettin high in the schools Can it be the shoes? Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin roof off the house Expose them foes with my mouth I see corporate hands up in foreign lands With the man behind the man gettin paid behind the man I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket 200 a pair but I'm addicted to the gear They'll make me do things on the court to amaze ya I heard they make em for a buck 8 in Asia They came a long way baby since Clyde Frazier had pumas, pullin mad consumers Them Filas I'm feelin but I cant touch the ceiling Them New Balance hits 120 million The last thing I need is Adidas terminatin my contract For wearing those old pair of wack Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot Duckin a word from my sponsor Trying to end my year like Kwaanza Been paid since the 8th grade 11th grader, pop the champagne 12th grade start the campaign Gettin fame sign my name in the dotted frame Nike got me pullin re's and g's Shit, I can get shot for these Please god give me 20 more years on these knees To maintain without this game I gotta do keys And I don't wanna go there because its fuckin everywhere Factories wanna be me kids wanna see me Behind the wheels and endorsement deals Its the politics and the tricks behind the kicks |
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| 10. |
| 3:30 |
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Now here's the pop
Turn around jumper Hits the rim Bounce away The new slave trade Man child 6 feet 5 But juvenile Thin line between gettin bucks And gettin wild Brooklyn style 100,000 miles Parquet tiles Leavin ankles broke in a pile Son gotta ticket to fly He can make it if he try To the sky like a Coney Island ride Gettin pages from his super agent Community rages at the clout Of the cagers No doubt Center stages, madd phases Front behind crazes Flippin thru the faces Paper chases Love in many places Pros and cons/flict between the races He hold the rock Cold from sweat shops Gone the set shot Replaced by sex shops The highest bidder No room for the quitter Game seven tickets Under counterfeiters 3 cities a week Droppin needles like the black beatles Take heed/what you need is CHORUS Track my pitch up Never switch up Smacked the back ups Packed them pick ups Ressurection of the two-man vocal section The spirit in your dark ass direction Duckin them spray ups On my way What I thought be lay ups War under battle boards A thousand one push ups Here marks the return of them Roosevelt rough riders risin Chargin hard/from the point guard Watch what you pray for But know the team that you play for Need I say more Scared of the ressurection Sacrifice yall Maybe the revolution is basketball Changes Generanges which means Rearranged generations Stuck on playstations Them the new plantations I said a million heads Waitin for another nations To make your world be free No shoppin sprees Ain't no stoppin me Heres da feed not the weed Got the seed...god speed ....what you need is CHORUS Sticky D Give you fits/ on them Turnaround Hypocrits Comin and goin like flicks Hear them nets rip At the butcher Gettin all the chips Musta been a road trip Against the Knicks On TV Showcasin kicks Must be the fame Cause his video Gettin all the chicks Woke on a replay on monday Sports center highlights Last second steal Keep em real |
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| 3:36 |
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Yea, haha.
Oh, kick that shit G. Nuttin. Yea. Sold, black gold, one strong buck, To the Milwaukee Bucks, for a million bucks. Just get him off the streets so he don't get bucked. Super agent to the rescue so he won't get fucked. Uh. Run nigga run to the auction block. But you can't pledge alligence to the block. This buck here, is the right kinda stock. For sale for passin, the right kinda rock. Yo. Auctioneer Stern, to massive fuck. Can a nigga go home to where he used to walk? Come back, but super agent said, "You can't talk" I didn't know basketball had a bauk. Uh the Buck runs laps, while they run craniums. Players be drainin em, owners be claimin em. Super agents fraimin em and then nicknamin em. Drainin they ass, to pack them stadiums. Super agent (Super agent, where are you now?) Super agent (What a hell of a man) (Where you at?) Super agent (Super agent, where are you now?) Never flagrant (Big daddy moves). (Where you at?) Super agent (Super agent, where are you now?) Super agent, (Backstabbin) super agent, (Super agent, where are you now?) Never flagrant (Watch yo back) Let's get it on!! The players ear word for word verbatum. Super agent got him locked. Coaches be hatin him. Super agent wouldn't even come in my hood. If I had no skills, was wackin' no good. Uh, in my neck of the woods the leagues concrete. One can only dream about wood, yea. Feel the grain and let the bills get paid. Pay respect to the projects, And the half court rejects. Scholarships, save that college shit. Then championships, don't pay for the head trips. Can I get a chance if I dont sing or dance? Right about romance? Or wear short pants?-a |
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| 3:48 |
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Say it takes two to tango
But a crew to bang, yo Superstar shootout Overtime at Durango Clear out/the box out Practice at the range - yo Get the D to step back Unless they be deranged, dough Rae me fa so la ti dough The chiza/rarely do missa Money earner isa Barn burner Highlighted by the headturner Every step you take Televised by Ted Turner TBS and TNT Sunday drain the tray But drew the foul on NBC Ain't no stoppin me I told yall I close the door on the series Swept but they ain't here me In case you forgot This shot is hot Boo yoww Like Stuart on the Scott Haves and have not Go cat go Let the legend grow Game it like you game it Better let em all know 1 for the chiza 2 for the flow 3 to get the heads ready Go cat go Go cat go Go cat go High and down low Do it like you did On the brother wit the fro Good job baby Get the crowd crazy Put that finger up at the section ladies Scream c'mon scream At the chisa and the cream Raised up in Brooklyn But be ballin down in Queens White man's burden Be a black man's dream Badge over troubled green Be a triple team Suits and ties See the envy in the eyes Controllin guys while the Buyers lie about the size High priced Adonises Unkept promises Boxscore forgets all the no name threats Puttin numbers up To get them numbers up Keep bouncin But whos countin? 1 for the chiza 2 for the flow 3 to get the heads ready Go cat go Go cat go Go cat go High and down low Do like you did On the brother With the fro Go cat go Let the legend grow Game it like you game it Better let em all know Go cat go Let a player know Coney Island style Before you go pro |
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| 2:05 |
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Virgin bitches With rockin' clitches Gettin' riches Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here at The devil carried the cross to Christ On the back of a black angelic hood rat On an anti low jack crack hat I'm humble But I'll rumble With any given devil On any given level But must I put into effect And black caught ??? No don't test me Checks from the ass to the throne Grown, I'ma do it my way Oh, by the way, I don't play So what you say about this lost and found In lust but bound To get the stacks From the last sex acts Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter And sent native daughters to the slaughter The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock Entitled life in the fast lane Like death, in the last lane I live, until the day I die I live, until the day I cry I'm dead, the day I lie I'm not takin' pay off's And lay off's Knockin' G's off From the tip off Less academic callories Hope to make a high price salary I got 40 acres to comphiscate I got a mule that can't wait to ??? On who gets paid And who gets layed And who gets saved And who gets sprayed By burnt pale faces Fiends in high places Faces and faces chasin' traces and cases and cases of case suits Gettin' loot In a two piece multi national corporation noose Around the neck of his pops Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop Stop I got an attitude how do you figure Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga |
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