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| 2. |
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Check that soul in
Tape is rollin Black dont crack Where the party at? Stax, jumpback Wax them tracks Barkays cut it live Like 45s Strong songs survive On records 95 beats per second Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul 20 times better than gold, stax, Keep it here Cuttin them tracks, relax Pop them fingers, play it barkays Jumpback baby Soul gotcha crazy Cold feet thanks For the groove And them bomb beats To make me move Color of dead Looks like the future is history Why you dissin me Aint no mystery On the outside peekin in End of your freeride No way you can win Beginnin of the end Of your liberal friends who pretend Everythings changed While nuthins changed much Uhh this is chuck Stays to the left of this And to the right of that Just black where my mind be at Shit wheres the rest of my cats? High trees catch a lotta wind my friend My shits in a bind Fine line between aware and blind Dont mind Some of them aint got a mind Mind over matter They dont mind And we dont matter I flock to refugees Who flock to me The roots the coup And kick aside the genocide and the juice Comedians actors nuclear reactors Players and ballplayers Singers dancers and rhyme sayers Why do us like you do Ska doo Fuck da residue Frustrated 5 on 2s No breaks for madd crews Nowwho the fuck is you Sick a you Community hoesis Who posin as moses In street clothist Who be the closest who blows it Every ryme be for the future of mankind Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds Ruin health Wit no knowledge of self Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks Who done 400 years in this abyss? And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor So i piss Some things in the air When the smoke clears Will it only be white folks and black jokes How many be gone If they bomb barbershops and hair salons Time to dot com Before they rub out clubs Where you get your drink on Mother father sister bro Love is the message But war be the front page In this mess-age Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred Macked by the same tactics Wit us in a tundra Goin under Avoidin cries from sodimized Society Scary getting screwed without a dictionary |
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| 3. |
| 4:17 |
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Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy Made a rally in the street Wit nothin' but a beat Gotta grudge against a judge Kick 'em out that seat You are what you eat So what you eatin'? Same message to your mind Be self defeatin' Sick n tired of bein' sick And tired of bein' beaten Saw 'em drop it like it Was way too hot and too fast For hip hop, doo wop, rock or bop Ain't here to hurt you Don't hang in them circles Government ain't got me Yet so y'all don't stop me See a stampede of fake cats Runnin' from Bill Cosby What does he gotta do wit you doin' you? Y'all know what? DJ, Lord gimme that cut Bring that beat back That's what's up Feedback from truly Freed blacks Gotta think outta this Box of hard knocks Lined 'em up at Fort Knox To die in Iraq You don't know I rock? What you under a rock? Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back Each generation thinks The next one is wack Jump started in the daze of crack R&B Reagan, daddy Bush Way the hell on back Pray to god Feel like I got a church in myself Good god, uh, can't get no help I say again health care cutback Shit is wack Bring that beat back They say the youth don't matter And the old don't mind It takes a lotta spine To build all them young minds Some of us get ghetto at the wrong damn time Album what? We just makin' one at a time To save another brother whose life on the line A big shot to claim some rocks and shine Signs of a soul gone solo, robbed blind A very small part of half the worlds crime Runaway child blown by an old land mine Little ones workin' in diamond mines So cats can say what's hers and what's mine Diamonds is girls best friend So why's he cryin'? See when y'all hear it get near it And you recognize the lyrics You trained to refrain And you start to fear it Escapism Like today there ain't racism Obviously y'all ain't see Black folks on TV Judgment calls Made on behalf of you and me Or you and I Do or die I say an I for an I Dividin' line Got the poor people Payin' for crime Corporations gettin' paid off our jail time Now y'all can tell Russell Yes, I knock the hustle 'Cause 2 million in lock down Under federal muscle Beyond the streets These kids is always watchin' Watching some of these jerks When they go berserk So I work |
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| 4. |
| 1:45 |
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| 5. |
| 4:00 |
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Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Chuck Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats Here we go Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright/ yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Fingers in the air Like you really give a damn Peace sign up Lemme hear you say yeah Power to the people Put your hands in the air Peace sign high Like you really do care Cmon Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Rather be sittin just a gettin it Power to the people not the governments Capitalists,communists, terrorists Swear to god i dont know the difference Makin new slaves outta immigrants Wanna know where all that money went Another trillion spent by the goverment Here the bomb go. sent by the president Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Tell the leaders They gotta feed us Grand theft oil Gonna bleed us New whirl odor Doesnt need us Call for peace Better heed us Dictators Human haters Hand on the bomb , mass debators Finger on the button infiltrators Mklvfkwr Peace will save us Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / now Flav; Check one two we want everybody to put this sign up in the air And at the count of three Everybody tell me what this sign means Peace Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright / yall Cmon Put your hands in the air Allright now/ Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace Power to the people Cause the people want peace |
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| 3:07 |
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That's a lie
Power to the people 'Cause the people want peace Have no fear, you're safe right here You are protected You're respected The people gotta voice The people got choice The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes in me Who the government? Who the terrorists? Where the hit list? Pump the raised fist Make 'em spread the wealth Long as you gotcha health I can't get no help So I jump back to kiss myself The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes in me What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes What a fool believes The who (The who) The when (The when) The why (The why) The what (A fool) The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what That's a lie Swear to God You thought the yard was hard Come an' get your God with a credit card Preacher lying on the truth to raise his roof Come on holla preacher flow, he got your dollar Devil succeeded in never Givin' you what you needed Playin' with religion So the people believe it They playin' with God While preyin' on God While you prayin' to God They playin' with God Come on now The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what The who, the when, the why, the what A fool believes |
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| 7. |
| 5:34 |
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Rap like hell make it should like heaven 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 zero Black supermen is back as your hero Here ye, here yo, America the beautiful Beautiful, the plentiful, now lookin' sorta pitiful A third of the world at war, wait a minute Gotta take care of the rock if y'all wanna live in it Medicine and medicare 'cause they don't care Your favorite millionaire is high up in the air See 'em every where but they ain't there So rally and protest against the world in fear People, people can we take it to the square You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind Uh, pimp or preach, same thing Nothin' worse than a new black church Lyin' on the truth 'cause it hurts Black man came first In the sweet name of Jesus Cost me a dollar at the flow of creflo Like how the hell he supposed to know I see they ass Runnin' to the radio And the TV issues and views Shaped by one sided news Got us like planet of the apes Under CDs and tapes Preachy young cats askin' ol heads Teach me over beats that reach me Radiation of a radio TV movie nation On your goddamn mind makes ya blind You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind Now y'all keep on bouncin' to what I said These are the facts that gonna blow your head Y'all know what I said when I say no to thugs Thug life runs at the top and y'all thought it was pac These government gangsters maki'n robots Who forgot hypnotic in a 2000 by 3000 mile box 35 year old's lost in a X box PlayStation and videos So that's how it goes World begins and ends at the tip of your nose It ain't Eminem, it's M & M & M McDonald MTV and Microsoft, can't you see They got the young strung at a cost Yes that treacherous 3 go off, go off You don't matter and they don't mind And these be the things that makes ya blind So I pray to God, life and health Feel like I got a church in myself So I jump back and kiss myself Cutbacks lookout, can't get no help Hands in the air, Bush and Blair don't care While the unaware, they just stare This nation said screw the organization Of the united nations, cross TV stations And they sent to the masses They consider them asses Take a look at the world Another son of a bush disaster do the math 'Cause the loudest they comin' after These same cats who wiped out half of Africa And you don't know the half Have nots robbed by the haves Signin' new money like signin' autographs McDonald billions sold, America billions told Houston we have a problem isn't this a bitch When I wanna hear blues, I turn on the news See the rich get richer and the poor keep bitchin' Buckle down, knuckle up when times is rough You don't matter and they don't mind These be the things that makes ya blind |
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| 8. |
| 4:29 |
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Celebrity the new drug
In America Gotta have it Gotta be it So the young ones can see it Watch out now Looka here now In these rich or die tryin times Y'all see the greed that I see Got these cats Whipped by TV 3 generations of fatherless women We drownin instead of swimmin This ain't what y'all asked for That's what they locked ya ass up for And they closed the door Beyond these streets These kids, they be always watchin See it ain't been the same Since Teen Summit left the game Off the air, who cares? Now kids get programmed Ask their peoples Who buy them almost everything the stars wear People see, people do Y'all see the new pied pipers They got a hold on you Back to the boogaloo Get a shot So you don't catch the flu Don't get shot And get a hole in you (Can I get an amen?) Maybe I'm Preachin' to the quiet You see, I'm talkin advanced But goin back at the same time Rewind So what, some of this song don't rhyme Like I said Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time Fear So leave a little room for god Up in here Back in the day Even real pimps, hustlers, players Told young cats C'mon get your lives on track These raps you hear today Is a bad ass act I'm here to tell it Like it ought to be It ain't no kids fault to me 35 years old Actin 16 Know what I mean You don't work, mean you don't eat You need more than a ball And some bomb ass beats New kicks on your feet Need your mind in these times To compete Make your world complete Sweet not sour That's what I call fightin the power Here it is, no fable I put it all on the table Spendin my time Identifyin who behind Some of these labels Who profit off the spit Some of the same way same cats That owned them ships Yes It's a business But slavery was too Prison industrial complex New slavery lookin To own you Ownin the labels, stations, jails and cemeteries Thug life Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop Somebody behind Makin up your own damn mind Signed, sealed delivered In a nigger package So dumb you can't hear The ignorance protected By the backpacker Who co-signed the say so Claimin they dug the flow Filled wit Jim Crow Return of the old negro How you gonna say no to drugs If you don't say no to thugs See the government Sweep it deeper Under the rug Maybe Maybe I'm Preachin' to the quiet Talk the talk Walk the walk I'm preachin' to the quiet |
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| 1:44 |
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| 10. |
| 4:19 |
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[Society's verse]
We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police While yall playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef. I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right brain Cell by cell and frame by frame. Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. i Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through The curcitry. Choake your team for their cream but that's as far as we go Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego. I get visions like stevie and coleco, Give me 2000 live people One late show no seaquel. Aint no equal in the flesh I been through more evil than men do. Nasty off the head and with the pen too! [Chuck's verse] Now im pissed Easy to rhyme on tracks like this The more things change The more they remain the same These games them vidiots Playin on the brink of insane Must be a hockey rink Lost in their drink In pursuit of plain jane I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink Now in these new tracks Some of these cats dont know how to act All them criminal acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black Quiet riot ,yall cant hear one hand clap Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see The mass reintroduction Of society to society Together we got 100 years of sobriety These clones Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me Turned out They happy just to be in the house So im a call emout I aint no church mouse Luvout [Griff's verse] I master rap Write a 16 and half of that Then eat some mix greens after that My raps niggerish black like licorice While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish The hoods begging for deliverance"g" I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this L y should get into the "sy" I'm thinkng me and pe should have passed it on Society's the menace He get's more love than tennis On the road to riches Cause revolutions expensive Finance whips. finance clips spend our chips In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine azz tits. No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips Still aint signed the master mind The masters mine. hey!!!! Back in your dome where the rebelz rome The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed Public enemy the 7th octave we out |
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| 11. |
| 5:46 |
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[verse 1]
The Black falling down, its goin down No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around Minds over matter , they don't mind cause We dont matter, DJ Lord's on the platter Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix Got actors winning politics, the tricks Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks Called videos (hoooo) Turn off the got-damn radio Cause they dont show yall what yall need to know Cant fade it though, Lord don't fade it yo Year of the Lord , make love fuck war tour After before 2004, i swore Dj Lord come bust down the door Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty Thanks for not giving a got-damn thing pretty So called land of plenty , can't spare a penny It's the have nots against the haves, Is you wit me? Check What You Listening To [verse 2] You might be cuttin tracks But he's cuttin edge The sword of Lord high like Phil Upchurch Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Lord ,don't make him mad So I spit , how loud you want it to get? Cold sweat. 2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats Hits and all those bass kicks Lookout yall, Cmon, cant forget to kick this If the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreck Check it, to stomp out All dem nitwits Chuck D stylin Don't you know where ? On the new Buckwhylin Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Yes they can can, beware the man Take a stand yall, wreck the plan Check What You Listening To [verse 3] One foot stuck in the rave Millennium dance craze Cross fade to the new phase Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems Existed in the beats of wisdom existance Cross the Land, cause the band Hits the fans, watch them all SLAM the jam Illegal beats , frisk him Find not a pop thing with him Multi-ethnic like a prism Cant hear this? You in audio prison Hands be whizzin, cross the wax Movin tracks from across the tracks Through your mind he attacks, DJ Lord. Scratch the gospel , tell them wack ass beats They can go to hell, 'ding' The rave bell See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell Still heard them cuts over the yell! Through the verse, the truth hurts From the aftermath of that sonic autograph Mr Chuck , Dj Lord attack the tracks Yall CHECK WHAT YOU LISTENING TO.... |
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| 3:24 |
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[Chuck verse 1]
We dont control sht No education Enforcement Economics Depending on governments Forever in a plantation state Damn this is why i hate hate Wanna do something for the people Make us equal Instead of creatures Who got human features Let the whole world reach you Things classrooms cant teach you Now can you dig it? Sing the song till we all get along Feed the poor Damn the law When they trained em, taught em Killed em when they caught em Set up wet up When they no longer could afford em Put disease across the seas Got the third world on their knees Get it As long as the people got something to say As long as the people got something to say [Griff verse 2] At this critical junction the administration can't function Taking our civil liberties over high price luncheons it's nothin when your considered a sheepole As long as the people got something to say "We the people" They need a war to justify the taking of lives, they manage the lie behind the lie behind the lie. Now you can't run and hide it's high tech genocide They never taught you the truth or how to survive They clone doctors to put a spin on it Hip hop heads to shook to pull the cover off it. It may effect there sales tip the scale The way it looks they'll end up dead or in jail. We busy spinning and grinning on 26's you sitting Change your god for your wealth thinking heaven your gettin. You must be pre-sistance in mass resistance Love thy enemy and make this committment To engage in struggle, with a clench fist lift it Be true to self before the GOD end this. Yo! Public enemy we back in your......... |
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| 4:01 |
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| 15. |
| 11:50 |
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Jump back poppin that track
Gonna wreck it now Watchin yall --to the record now Catchin yall attention So shake it now Oh no find my flow Gonna break it down Came a long way You cant take it now --regulatin on the regular Do your thing. on the floor Can you kick it now Do your thing Do the damn thing baby Cmon bring it now Go back like 8 tracks and cadillacs Way before crack even similac Hell wit the wire taps New booby traps Hear the hand claps uh Where the party at? Do the damn thing Getcha gravy on Cause i be gettin it down And your crazy on Go on and on an on till the break of dawn I give a damn Cause damn is ya baby gone Do whatcha wanna do But try to do the right thing If its the right thing Then go on Do the damn thing I know you get soul Like a bbq chicken wing Thet me like a king Lemme hear you sing Money cant buy you love Thought you knew that Eight days a week Livin like a rugrat Sex machine cant face fact Gotta chase the cat Hear the hand claps Turn the damn thing up Here we go again No means no So now you know again Flow it like a poet Get ready then Dance gotcha trembin in dem timberland Jumpback poppin that track Gonna shake it now Check the cat Gettin wreck gonna break it down the record now Gotta break it down Rhymin this flow on the go Cmon get it now Yeah... I'm saying we went from Gods to niggas From queens to bitches Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Who in the hell told you that you were in heaven Platinum gold a house and a car But poverty all around you by far People living under bridges or in a car Heaven for the super rich who call it modern living But the Man from the east calls it a wilderness Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america Heaven and hell are two conditions of Life Not a place up there or a place down there It's a condition of life on earth so value Life Heaven is not things It's a higher level of thinking And at the moment one may change the conditions of Life Our people think a job, partying and endless flow of women and moet, Krystal and how much sex you can have is heaven Sometimes you got to think that it may not be heaven all the time But being able to meet Life's struggles head on, head on, head on Without compromising your Soul soul soul soul In this worlds Life Not Life after death Life on earth Life Not worrying about how you are gonna eat or put clothes on your children Sit yourself in heaven at once A woman is a very important part of heaven She produces heaven with you And if she is connected to the source of Life So heaven is a condition of Life And you can have it on earth SO VALUE LIFE VALUE LIFE Who in the hell told yall you were in heaven Oh, Oh Lord Have Mercy! |
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