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Brothers Gonna Work It Out Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Uh, your bad self Help me break this down from off the shelf Here's a music servin' you so use it Papa's got a brand new funk Get down (party for your right) Huh, let's get it on Like we said before They say the brothers causin' trouble Hate to bust their bubble 'Cause we rumble From our lower level To condition your condition (We're gonna do a song) That you never heard before Make you all jump along to the education Brothers gonna work it out And stop chasin' Brothers, brothers gonna work it out You got it...what it takes Go get it...where you want it? Come get it...get involved 'Cause the brothers in the street are willing to work it out So many of us in limbo How to get it on, it's quite simple 3 stones from the sun We need a piece of this rock Our goal indestructible soul Answers to this quizzin' To the Brothers in the streetSchools and the prisons History shouldn't be a mystery Our stories real history Not his story We gonna work it one day Till we all get paid The right way in full, no bull Talkin', no walkin', drivin', arrivin' in style Soon you'll see what I'm talkin' 'bout 'Cause one day The brothers gonna work it out Brothers, brothers gonna work it out You got it ... what it takes Go get it... where you want it? Come get it...get involved 'Cause the brothers in the street Are willing to work it out Let's get it on... we are willin' Let's get it on, let's get it on ... we are willin' Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on ... we are willin' Now we are ready if you are ready In 1995, you'll twist to this As you raise your fist to the music United we stand, yes divided we fall Together we can stand tall Brothers that try to work it out They get mad, revolt, revise, realize They're super bad Small chance a smart brother's Gonna be a victim of his own circumstance Sabotaged, Shellshocked, rocked and ruled Day in the life of a fool Like I said before to live it low Life take you time, time yo go slow Look here, not a thing to fear Brother to brother not another as sincere Teach a man how to be father To never tell a woman he can't bother You can't say you don't know What I'm talkin' 'bout But one day ... brothers gonna work it out You got it ... what it takes Go get it ... where you want it? Come get it ... get involved 'Cause the brothers in the street Are willing to work it out Let's get it on... we are willin' Let's get it on, let's get it on ... we are willin' Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on ... we are willin' Now we are ready if you are ready |
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Hit me Going, going, gone Now i dialed 9-1-1 a long time ago Don't you see how late they're reactin' They only come and they come when they wanna So get the morgue enbalm the goner They don't care cuz they stay paid anyway They teach ya like an ace they ain't be betrayed I know you stumble with no use people If your life is on the line they you're dead today Late comings with the late comin' stretcher That's a body bag in disguise y'all betcha I call 'em body snatchers quick they come to fetch ya? With an autopsy ambulance just to dissect ya They are the kings cuz they swing amputation Lose your arms, your legs to them it's compilation I can prove it to you watch the rotation It all adds up to a funky situation So get up get get get get down 9-1-1 is a joke in yo' town Get up get get get get down Late 9-1-1 wears the late crown 9-1-1 is a joke ( ) Everyday they don't never come correct You can ask my man right here with the broken neck He's a witness to the job never being done He would've been in full 8 9-1-1 Was a joke cuz they' always jokin' They the token to your life when it's croakin' They need to be in a pawn shop on a 9-1-1 is a joke we don't want 'em I call a cab cuz a cab will come quicker The doctors huddle up and call a flea ficker The reason that I say that cuz they Flick you off like fleas They be laughin' at ya while you're crawlin' on your knees And to the strength so go the length Thinkin' you are first when you really are tenth You better wake up and smell the real flavor Cuz 9-1-1 is a fake life saver Chourus Ow, ow, 9-1-1 is a joke |
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| 5. |
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Welcome To The Terrordome Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I got so much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the Mac(Intosh) Now I'm ready to mike it (You know I like it) huh Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like to go solo Lazer, anastasia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin', forgiven' What I'm givin' up X on the flex hit me now I don't know about later As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid Man I've had it up to here Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear Rhetoric said Read just a bit ago Not quittin' though Signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from gettin' jerked Changin' some ways To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold Never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some (Get on up) hustler of culture Snakebitten Been spit in the face But the rhymes keep fittin' Respects been givin' how's ya livin' Now I can't protect a pad off defect Check the record An reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall Broke the laws Not my fault they're fallin' off Known as fair square Throughout my years So I growl at the livin' foul Black to the bone my home is your home So welcome to the Terrordome Subordinate terror Kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My 98 was 87 on a record yo So now I go Bronco Crucifixion ain't no fiction So called chosen frozen Apology made to who ever pleases Still they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother cause a color Just as well could be undercover Backstabbed, grabbed a flag From the back of the lab Told a Rab get off the rag Sad to say I got sold down the river Still some quiver when I deliver Never to say I never know or had a clue Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard Lies, scandalizin', basin' Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan? I rope a dope the evil with righteous Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even C'mon down And welcome to the Terrordome. Caught in the race against time The pit and the pendulum Check the rhythm and rhymes While I'm bendin' 'em Snakes blowin' up the lines of design Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em How to fight the power Cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother Cause a Black hand Squeezed on Malcom X the man The shootin' of Huey Newton From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's pain Of a son slain in Bensonhurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate So this jam I dedicate Places with racist faces Just an example of one of many cases The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach) I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' But it's on bass and drums even violins Watcha do gitcha head ready Instead of gettin' physically sweaty When I get mad I put it down on a pad Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin' Fear of high rollin' God bless your soul and keep livin' Never allowed, kickin' it loud Droppin' a bomb Brain game intellectual Vietnam Move as a team Never move alone But Welcome to the Terrordome |
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Meet The G That Killed Me Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Man to man I don't know if they can From what I know The parts don't fit (Ahh shit) How he's sharin' a needle With a drug addict He don't believe he has it (Either) But now he does, he doesn't know cause he Goes straight to a ho Tell you what who was next on the but Wild thinin' on a germ Runnin' wild Yo stop But the bag popped |
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| 3:52 |
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Pollywanacraka Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour She wants a lover right now But not no brother Her man gotta have a lotta money To get under her cover Now she's a fine sister But up here she's missin' it She says she wanna learn about life No old black bull shit At the age of 15 a brother gave her a baby She's 19 now and it drover her crazy And now everytime She turns around All the people in the neighborhood Look and get mand and sing Meet Mr. Succesful I guess he's blessed yeah But he happens to be a brother Who only wants blue eyes and blonde hair Now this young mister He don't like sisters He couldn't find that special one He know why he missed her He says sisters wasn't good enuff They only wanted his green stuff That's why everytime he turned Around all the people In the neighborhood Looked and got mad And sang I try to tell my people There should not be any hatred For a brother or a sister Whose opposite race they've mated No man is God And God put us all here (yeah) But this system has no wisdom The devil split us in pairs And taught us White is good, Black is bad And Black and White is still too bad That's why everytime I turn around All the people in my neighborhood Look mad and sing.... |
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| 3:17 |
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When I'm talkin' rhyme time To blow your mind time some say It's nothing worse than a To hear some nigger curse They call me rude some dudes fiery attitude Claimin' I boast and smoke And sometimes sing the blues I twang metal and settle Try to never back pedal From the power some got To get a nigger shot The null and void I avoid I test the paranoid Never had to be bad My mama raised me mad So what I got is hot I love my life a lot I'm never sad just glad That's why I thank my dad Once they never gave a fuck about What I said Now they listen and they want my head Instead of peace the police Just wanna wreck and flex On the kid What I did was try to be the best So they fingered the trigger Figured I was a bigger nigger And started to search An so I headed west Went to cally a rally Was for a brothers death It was the fuzz who shot him An not da blood or cuzz I wondered why it was like So I just held my mike But in my mind I was blind So I just tried to find A reason we was quick Just the way that we was So I just stayed in the crib Until I got a buzz... |
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| 2:48 |
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Burn Hollywood burn I smell a riot Goin' on first htey're guilty now they're gone Yeah I'll check out a movie But it'll take a Black one to move me Get me the hell away from this TV All this news and views are beneath me Cause all I hear about is shots ringin' out So I rather kick some slang out All right fellas let's go hand out Hollywood or would they not Make us all look bad like I know they had But some things I'll never forget yeah So step and fetch this shit For all the years we looked like clowns The joke is over smell the smoke from all around Burn Hollywood burnIce Cube is down with the PE Now every single bitch wanna see me Big Daddy is smooth word to muther Let's check out a flick that exploits the color Roamin' thru Hollywood late at night Red and blue lights what a common sight Pulled to the curb gettin' played like a sucker Don't fight the power ... the mother fucker As I walk the streets of Hollywood Boulevard Thinin' how hard it was to those that starred In the movies portrayin' the roles Of butlers and maids slaves and hoes Many intelligent Black men seemed to look uncivilized When on the screen Like a guess I figure you to play some jigaboo On the plantation, what else can a nigger do And Black women in this profession As for playin' a lawyer, out of the question For what they play Aunt Jemima is the perfect term Even if now she got a perm So let's make our own movies like Spike Lee Cause the roles being offered don't strike me There's nothing that the Black man could use to earn Burn Hollywood burn |
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| 3:50 |
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Power To The People Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour And you thought the beat slowed down Power to the people Get on up, get into it, get involved Feel the bass as the cut revolves To the brothers wit the 808 Like I said before PE got a brand new funk Turn it up, boom the trunk, yeah Internationally known on the microphone Makin' sure the brothers will never leave you alone To my sisters Sisters yes we missed ya Let's get it together make a nation You can bet on it, don't sleep on it 'Cause the troops cold jeepin' it pumpin (Power to the people) Turn us loose we shall overcome They say where you get that bass from Hey ohh people, people as we continue on Come along, sings this song, are you ready for '91 Rhythm nation pump that bass an We like to know from Chicago, New York and LA Are y'all ready, cause the plans in the jam And we're ready to roll yo y'all got to tell me Are y'all read read to go c'mon (Power to the people) Had to kick it like that as we roll as one One under the sun, to all the cities and the side Stateside and the whole wide There it is P-e-a-c-e 1991 |
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| 3:49 |
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Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocket it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James An what did to Redd was a shame The the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act 'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood Help, straighten me out 'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They I'm wrong for singin' a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and... Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul? We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are heller days Invented bye those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland has anybody seen her Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack ask him 40 acres and a mule Jack Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white, and blue Sucker that stole the soul! |
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| 3:45 |
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Fear Of A Black Planet Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Man you ain't gotta Worry 'bout a thing 'Bout your daughter Nah she ain't my type (But supposin' she said she loved me) Are you afraid of the mix of Black and White We're livin' in a land where The law say the mixing of race Makes the blood impure She's a woman I'm a man But by the look on your face See ya can't stand it Man calm your ass down, don't get mad I don't your sistah (But supposin' she said she loved me) Would you still love her Or would you dismiss her What is pure? Who is pure? Is it European state of being, I'm not sure If the whole world was to come Thru peace and love Then what would we made of? Excuse us for the news You might not be amused But did you know white comes from Black No need to be confused Excuse us for the news I question those accused Why is this fear of Black from White Influence who you choose? Man c'mon now, I don't want your wife Stop screamin' it's not the end of your life (But supposin' she said she loved me) What's wrong with some color in your family tree I don't know I'm just a rhyme sayer Skins protected 'gainst the ozone layers Breakdown 2001 Might be best to be Black Or just Brown countdown I've been wonderin' why People livin' in fear Of my shade (Or my hi top fade) I'm not the one that's runnin' But they got me one the run Treat me like I have a gun All I got is genes and chromosomes Consider me Black to the bone All I want is peace and love On this planet (Ain't that how God planned it?) Excuse us for the news You might not be amused But did you know White comes from Black No need to be confused Excuse us for the news I question those accused Why is this fear of Black from White Influence who you choose? |
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| 5:43 |
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Revolutionary Generation Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I get down to what it is And if it ain't funky (see ya) People askin' me what's goin' on With my mind (Huh) wait a minute It's just a matter of race Cause a black male's in their face Step back for the new jack swing On the platter scatter huh We got our own thing Just jam to let the rhyth run Day to day, America eats it's young And defeats our women There is a gap so wide we all can swim in Drown in (uh get down) an get it Got it goin' on wit it Sister (hey) soul sister We goin' be all right It takes a man to take a stand Understand it takes a Woman to make a stronger man (As we both get strong) They'll call me a crazy Asiatic While I'm singin' a song Oh my god, oh my lord I can't hold back But I get exact on a track It's an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth Forget about me Just set my sister free R-e-s-p-e-c-t my siters, not my enemy (Cause we'll be stronger together) And make the suckers say (Damn) this generation They don't know what we got goin' is (sound) To turn it all around To my sisters I communicate With the bass and tone Thru speakers and the microphone Cause I'm tired of America dissin' my sisters (For example, like they dissed Tawana) And they try to say she's a liar My people don't believe it But even now they're getting higher Of the feeling inspiration We must know that in this nation Every single generation (They teach us how to dis our sisters) Stange as you say, I say revolution Need for change brings on revolution The great book just look see solution God chooses who and what for the bruisin' There's been no justice for none Of my sisters Just us been the ones that's been missin' her Now we got to protect We get together and damn this generation I said so to what it is Where it is She needs a li'l respect There it is I say she needs a lotta Brother from a mother like me has gotta Give it up Give it now And pass it all around To my soul (sister) They disrespected mama and treated her like dirt America took her, reshaped her, raped her Nope, it never made the paper Beat us, mated us Made us attack our woman in black So I said sophisticated B, don't be one Not to head the warning crack of dawn Or is it the dawn of crack? Stop the talk they say, but We talk and say whats right or wrong Some say we wasting time singin' a song But why is it that we're many different shades Black woman's privacy invaded years and years You cannot count my mama's tears It's not the past but the future's What she fears Strong we be strong The next generation It's what not who we are facin' The fingers pointed to us in our direction The blind state of mind needs correction Word to the mother we tighten connection To be a man you need no election This generation generates a new attitude Sister to you we should not be rude So we come together And make 'em all say Damn this generation |
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| 2:47 |
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Runnin' for your life, by the knife
Runnin' from your wife ... yipes You should've stuck with home Your mind to blow your dome It was you that chose your due You built a maze you can't get through I tried to help you all I can Now I can't do nuttin' for you man I can't do nuttin' for ya man You got all these people on your back now I can't do nuttin' for ya man Flavor flav got problems of his own I can't do nuttin' for you man Go lean on shells answer man I can't do nuttin' for ya man You jumped out of the jelly into a jam Make ya love the wrong instead of right Not a thief cat burglar through the night cop told your girl her name was Shirl About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls Oozy down the bullets in the gun Just microwave themselves a ton The you tried to help them all they can But they couldn't do nuttin' for ya man I can't do nuttin' for ya man They couldn't do nuttin' for ya man Flavor Flav is the sun Public Enemy number one Gotcha runnin' from the gun (pow) Of a brain that weighs a ton Can't face my facts that's on the shelf Cause you want a hand out for your wealth Eatin' welfare turkey out of the can I can't do nuttin' for ya man I can't do nuttin' for ya man You want six dollars for what? I can't do nuttin' for ya man You better man kiss my but I can't do nuttin' for ya man I'm busy tryin' to do for me I can't do nuttin' for ya man That's the way the ball bounces gee Bass for your face, kick that shit |
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Reggie Jax Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour I never tried to pretend to have an Accent that I never had So why don't you stay away awhile Come hear the freestyle The quicker the sticks With the guitar licks Complete the beat for your feet Check out the drum kick I'm here to live for the love of my people Kickin' it all about rebuildin' so all the children Avoid the self destruction So long I'm gonna do y'all a favor Cause I got the flavor yea Get low not high you can't deny Homeboys and girls you'll testify The p-e-f-u-n and the K will stay And make your body sway cause we got The funky beat on the street on your feet Can you feel the heat in your mind all the time You don't have to find the effect of the Rhythm an the funky rhyme on your body On your gear so have no fear in your hair Everywhere if you dare take this never Miss that funky list of super rockin' cuts That you can't resist on the move make ya Groove prove that we choose our cuts Make you strut and shake your but Bend your back get the knack of the Funk attack Yes, yes y'all take that |
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| 3:46 |
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So here we go y'all Little by little you know We got the power And the knowledge to move 'em And still rock A super song for the cause so... Feel the load on your brain for the episode And we just begun, it's number one y'all Brother Black, the B is back So check it out And 'ya don't, I won't, if 'ya still, I will Take 3 jams and hold 'em, this what I told 'em To rock the other side, the sucker lied Said he would shock but never tried, and so I Took 'em away, I never stayed y'all Called the Flavor Flav to make another record To get played He made a jam to get you stammed Back to back in the place where the suckers are basin' Whatever it takes to make it hardcore We gonna roll it raw That's what you but it for, c'mon You roll in your ride, the DJ decides To play it on the radio The A side He gives it a try But never gives it a try And the people request the best On the B side Food for the brain, beats for the feet People on the dance floor Never claimin' a receipt Had a good time rockin', rollin' on the go rhyme The rhythm supplied by the superior B side They had to twist and turn and shout Turn the jam out, getcha' ready now, c'mon The situation put you in To where you're sweatin' in Hysterical B side, c'mon inside Request the best to give a test And never give a rest Your guess is good as my guess And while I'm guessin' your guessin', yo listen this is.. A DJ to play to give a lesson And his name is Terminator X And the sucker on the right gets cynical 'Cause the record's to the left and political And you search the stores Attack the racks with your claws For the rebels without a pause 'Cause the B side Wins again, again, again Yo Black, some of you are all in To make sure the crowd Get loud wit' it on the dance floor 'Cause the B is pure sure You never knew the crowd was this hype But you thought we was that type To start a riot, we ain't quiet Kickin' a thunderstorm with a song Why would we dare you to come along Pump up the music, pump the sound Once again we gonna do it like this now And while I'm throwin', you're goin' And you know it's time for man on a mission To listen 'cause he's in the house He's Terminator X |
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| 2:08 |
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War at 33 1/3 Haven't you heard I got quick and clever At the level of a scientist With this list my fist pumps chumps And don't miss Sorry majority grudgin' against the enemy And any other nigger wit an attitude see And any other rapper whose a brother Who try to speak to one another Gets smothered by the other kind No so divine so I heard it thru the grapevine Sent the feds out to get mine Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91 Laughin' while they're searchin' for my 98 Accelerate the race from the chase Looka my face It ain't hate but they don't want a debate To take great Can I live my life without 'em treatin' Every brother like me like we're holdin' A knife alright time to smack Uncle Sam Don't give a damn, look at the flag My bloods a flood Without credit Black and close to the edit I fed it, you read it, just remember who said it War at 33 1/3 not really live I rather do it at 45 Went west in the quest for my intelligence Climbed a fence took a teacher on Ain't seen him since, hence he winced And convinced that the Black Was back revolving to a renaissance Bronze to gold I told felt bold Taught a so called teacher our role In civilizin' the whole globe Banned unplanned as I said I don't break down religion why? There ain't a smidgen for a pigeon Nature for bird, dog, worm or lion So my question to man is So why the lyin' God's law I saw is natural factual Only man creates a waste Defiance in his haste Based on scheme a scam From some mastermind damn if we read it And we see it and still be blind No need to search a fake church Evangelical, huster Anglo taxin' to muscle ya Check I wreck you guess yes All the bullshit now that's progress |
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| 0:49 |
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| 4:43 |
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Fight The Power Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power) |
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