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Fake, fake records...
Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs 1, 2 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks says it controls your brain - I know better than that, that's game And we're ready for that two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry Agent with a wire, I'm gonna know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We rock for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills Because they not, MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R&B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake this real hip hop, And it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what ya niggas wanna do DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2 DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up... They call it... Fake, fake, fake records... |
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from Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006)
Fake, fake records...
Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs 1, 2 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks says it controls your brain - I know better than that, that's game And we're ready for that two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry Agent with a wire, I'm gonna know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We rock for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills Because they not, MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R&B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake this real hip hop, And it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what ya niggas wanna do DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2 DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up... They call it... Fake, fake, fake records... |
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from David Banner - Certified (2005)
Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner
Album: Beautiful Mix Song: Ridin' David Banner: I'm from a place Where You gotta let yo' nutz hang Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open Just to let your f**kin' guts hang Right there in front of the kids I might as well split your Whig 'Cause that's just what the master did But now I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin' something to the kids Like Sojourner, Man, the truth F**k a 'Creek ? I care but you in doubts ? And go "Woof" He ain't dead What pledge There's a stank up in the Busch Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit Man, it's dead props Here in Chicago But hit this hi-lo Warriors come play Click the bottles Cock them AK's (YEAH!) Bust on KK's (YEAH!) With the Knuckle boy Or the Other Two And the Stic-Man Given Dead on your shirt Like a Wristband You a Grown Man Nigga, Stand tall Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (YEAH!) Don't it hurt 'Cause you really Ain't a Nigga, dog? (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Dead Prez: Yo' Niggas is not orginal Niggas follow the radio Niggas think if You Blow Then You gotta be on the TV Show Crackas is hypocritical Crackas will rob and shit on You 'Cause see You do what they do They know freedom is powerful Niggas is very visual If we see it, we think it's true Very few niggas make a move And even less'll see it through Crackas make up the chemicals Then they call us the criminals Crackas make all the loot And we just get the residuals Niggas will rob and shot on You Crackas will drop a bomb on You Niggas is having funerals Crackas is having barbeques Niggas sing the blues That's reminicin' the spritual But when You say GAWD is You Niggas ain't really hearing You Crackas like to capitalize Them crackas a lie They say if You don't ?unionnize? Then You'll probably die I hate callin' niggas niggas So I'ma take it backwards I ain't got now love for whithey I love callin'em crackas (CRACKAS!) (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' Talib Kweli: Yeah! I call myself real N-I-G-G-A 'Cause Kweli be Showin' on the floor And they policies My philosophies Show you that the block Is a part of me Freedom Fighter Like Richard Carter be It's deep how the street knowledge beef 'Cause it ran like a code inside of me It's practical, not scholarly Now why do I call myself A nigga You ask me Who's got my back When the cops harass me Ya'll can label Cinncinatti Can ride the train Or with the Caddie When they call you Nigga they scared of You They fearin' You So actually If CRACK is gone Be fearing Niggas Then that's what the F**k I have to be Now It's a badge of honor And some say that Shit's upsurd It's more than just a word We flip the shit Like it's a 'bird Pass it down through Generations, then Cuss you out and say it loud The first generation Of Muthaf**kas To grab Our Nuts and Say it proud Country Niggas or City Niggas Tupac Niggas or Biggie Niggas In the coridor, floor or door, And all my Mississippi Niggas We connected All throughout The North, the East, the West, the South And if a Wyte boy say the shit He'll still get punched Right in the mouth (Chorus) Country boys, city boys Cadalacs, Rolly Royce Whatever...long as we Ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard, in the avenue It's a long a walk Now that we Ridin' (Ending 2x) All they got for You Is a Cell my Nigga They want You Dead or in jail Without Rebel my Nigga In the streets It's similar to Hell My Nigga But we gonna Boss up And live well My Nigga |
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.2/ Get Free Or Die Tryin` (2004)
Now there's two things that's the same
In every hood, in every ghetto across the world And that's struggle, and that's dreams In my hood, Southside Tallahassee, FL I had both of those, still got both of those I?ma let you in on somethin? real quick Let's take it back to the early ?90s Taleho, Florida is where you'll find me '78 Omega automobile I'm driving Bass bamblin? with the wind behind me Hitch from the attic is the name of the crew ?Coz road shows and hoes that's all we do And all three P's believe me, we got that hot shit To the point that nigga 'bout to quit on college Parents upset ?coz I shat on school Beat spot got hot so I'm playin' it cool Crew movin' to New York, I'm 22 years old My girl's stayin' ?coz she's scared of the cold Out in the world (Where you tryin' to make it at) Out in the world (Where they tryin' to take it at) Out in the world (Where my folk tryin' to get fat) Out in the world (And every time get set back) Out in the world (Where my dawgs at?) Out in the world (Uh huh, fo? sho) (Where my folk gonna stay strong) Out in the world (Niggas move on) Now I'm in the Brook, how I indicate her Whole different look, different sound and flavor Washin? dishes at the Hotel Four Seasons 15 an hour, don't plan on leavin' Homesick, skippin' work every weekend Went down, found out my girl was cheatin' Heart broke, tired, started freakin' Year later terminated for no reason Got a new girl as the leaves turn brown Seein' me stressed said she would hold me down Had to move to the Bronx where the crooks be juxin? Sold my first track, moved back to Brooklyn Music 101, the whole game is dirty Got me 25, feelin' all of 30 Went from a lover to straight up hustler Stressed a lot, developed clusters Out in the world (Where you tryin' to make it at) Out in the world (Where they tryin' to take it at) Out in the world (Where my folk tryin' to get fat) Out in the world (And every time get set back) Out in the world (Where my dawgs at?) Out in the world (Uh huh, fo? sho) (Where my folk gonna stay strong) Out in the world (Niggas move on) 2 G, Y2K bug is gone Put my gas mask back 'coz them lights is on Dead Prez in the stores and the streets is groovin' Hi, I'm still broke and my beats is movin' Gotta grind harder 'coz my bills is major Got a cell phone, had to dead the pager Can't blame the game 'coz the game don't feed you Can't blame the world 'coz the world don't need you Seem like every excuse I use is see-through Help myself first, then help my people 'Coz folks sells hope, runnin' scams to burn me Wash me, comb me, relax and perm me Gotta get control and stop this car from swerving Now I'm kinda cold, only the doe concerns me Try to spend less than the amount I'm earnin' Lessons everyday I'm learnin' Out in the world (Where you tryin' to make it at) Out in the world (Where they tryin' to take it at) Out in the world (Where my folk tryin' to get phat) Out in the world (And every time get set back) Out in the world (Where my dawgs at?) Out in the world (Uh huh, fo? sho) (Where my folk gonna stay strong) Out in the world (Niggas move on) |
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.2/ Get Free Or Die Tryin` (2004)
I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose
Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose Plus I ain't happy here, no, I ain't happy of your family I ain't scared to die, even though I wanna live Deep down inside I'm a cross between homicidal, suicidal 'Coz I was born to give my life like the Messiah Smokin' weed till I can?t get no high, tryin' to ease the tension Heavenly Father, did I mentioned in my confession The world got me stressin', maybe death will be a blessin'? [Incomprehensible] grew up learnin' lessons in the street From seminary to 72nd in Lacey in the east Side of Oakland, California I was on my own at a early age That's why I'm filled with rage I know the system is responsible For the conditions of my black folks in the ghetto All across America, their funk is deeper I put the message in the music to wake you up out your sleep but How could I keep my head above the water When the force of the current is pullin' me harder than I can swim? Sometimes I feel like I oughta die the death of a martyr Before they kill me, I'ma slaughter [Incomprehensible] I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose Plus I ain't happy here, no, I ain't happy of your family I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools I ain't scared to die, I ain't scared to kill I'm a righteous black gorilla from the hill of 72nd in Lacey St. To all my comrades in the pen, wait for me I swear to God, I'ma set you free Even if I gotta lay it down in the dirt and if I'm lyin' I'm dyin' If I'm dyin' atleast I died puttin' in work And if there's Hell below, we all gon' go Death can't hurt unless we die slow Sometimes I look up in the mirror starin' deep into my own eye Searchin' for the strength to carry on Wonderin' if I died a physical death Will my people remember me when I'm gone? The ghetto is a warzone, 7200 is my head code 'Coz when the funk is on I pop the clip up in my chrome millimeter The Grim Reaper, keep my heater in my shoulder [Incomprehensible] soldiers at the hideout Righteous black gorillaz 'bout to ride out, to put the smash down Run up in the bank, yellin', ?We want the cash now? To finance a revolutionary struggles all around Lay it down on the ground And if I hear the sound of a siren I won't hesitate to get the firin' on everybody in the buildin' Killin?, I'm a villain because I'm black Put your hands up to the ceilin', keep on fillin' up the sack I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose Plus I ain't happy here, no, I ain't happy of your family I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose Plus I ain't happy here livin' on a planet full of fools I ain't scared to die, I ain't got shit to lose Plus I ain't happy here, no, I ain't happy of your family |
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(feat. Stic)
1993 Southside Orange Ave Southcity Tallahassee Florida I'm take ya'll back to the yellow mustang with no license With that 38 under the seat What you know? Yo Whoever said life is beautiful lied This shit is hell I've seen too many funerals Too many of my niggaz locked in cells Nobody ever put me on life was like this I'm 20 years old and my whole life's a crisis No way out And I mean that When I say that Runnin' round from place to place Like a stray cat I don't own nothing, don't hold nothing I'm growin up with nothing to show for all my hustlin' Still strugglin' And a job is a joke They ain't hirin' The only free ride I get is one with a siren So what other choice do I have? I got niggaz on the ave Pushin slabs that a break me off a Porche and a half So I can stand on my own two Be able to have what I need So I can do what I want to I wish I woulda had a career Cause through the years my momma stressed Takin care of self But I aint here I was caught up Sipin on Coors Smokin Newports Short In and out of court Without a single thought These days I'm out bout to Loc Whether I make a record or serve dope I refuse to keep bein broke Cause times are getting rougher by the second As long as I come up Who give a fuck about the method It's a kill or be killed kind of a theory that's in me So when I die, at least I'm taking somebody with me If I'm wrong, than I rather be wrong than right 45 calibre chrome and its on tonight Nigga That's how I'm livin Low life, runin licks Taking big risks Tryin to get my motherfuckin flow right Cause without loot it's useless My life as a youth was fruitless That's why nowadays I'm ruthless Plus I got a lady in my life That one day just may be my wife If I can deal with this crazy strife I put love in the air Show that I care for her Let her know I always be there for her But right now the type of life I live Can't afford no wife and kid I gotta fight for my right to live So I cock my hat low Snatchin up pocket books and float Cause I'm a thug and that's all I know Whatever it take to make the steps I'm ready to take the steps Whoever got paps better break theyself |
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Check this out
Coooh-Weee. (Coooh-Weee.) [Sound of dice being shaken.] All right, it's going down like this right here: you push, you pay. Know what I'm sayin', everything counts. The trip's, you pay double. Keep your back straight and count 'em out loud. Come on, come on. 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get big, get big On the palms, on the fingertips, on the wrists, on the fists (Cee-lo for push-ups.) 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get ribbed, get big On the palms, on the fingertips, on the wood, on the bricks (Cee-lo for push-ups.) Jumping rope, doing kicks, basic drills with the sticks. 50 push-ups in the clip, on the fists and the wrist, Getting swoll' on the block, lifting weights at the gym Take the kids to the park, do some techniques with them. Throw that hook, work that cross, stick-'n'-move, tap that jaw. Tiger claw, lion paw. Iron palm, can't be soft, life is hard on the block, put your heart on the spot. You gon' ride or your not? Bomb first, get the drop. (Cee-lo for push-ups.) Pay me. That's head crack, boy. That fever ain't got nuttin' on that. And stay away from them corners. 'n trace your burner, you heard me? Getting big with the clique, keep it tight, like a fist. Everybody hit the deck! Nigga, four-five-six! Add it up, hit the block. No shirt, tatt'ed up. Skinny niggas gettin' guts, sisters too. Get them knees up, ain't no girl-push-ups. RBGs fifty-fifty, let me see what you got. Nigga, don't just watch me, do 'em with me. You can do it, use your breath from your gut, not your chest, push 'em out, make 'em count, go all out, count 'em out, nigga. Oh! Four-five-six! Look at that, boy! Go together just like red, black and green. Boy, you lookin' at Fred, Huey, and George, right there. Word up, time to pay up. Put your muscle where your mouth is, get big. Count 'em out. 50 49 48 47 (Get big.) 46 45 44 43 (Get big.) 42 41 40 39 (Push 'em out.) 38 (Get big.) 37 (Get big.) 36 (Get big.) 35 (Get big.) 34 33 32 31 (Get big.) 30 29 28 27 (Get big.) 26 25 24 23 (Push 'em out.) 22 (Get big.) 21 (Get big.) 20 19 18 17 16 18 (Get big.) 14 13 12 11 (Get big.) 10 9 8 7 (Push 'em out.) 6 (Get big.) 5 (Get big.) 4 (Get big.) 3 (Get big.) 2 1 All day. It's in the mind. |
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RBGs, RBGs, Nigga it's dat RBGs
RBGs, RBGs, Nigga it's dat RBGs Tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, don't talk it hold it down Tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, when it's goin down Have you ever had a lesson from a OG? From a nigga that's been in the war Been locked up longer than I been on the earth And his crime is defendin the poor And they can tell you bout death, tell you bout life But most of all they tell you bout sacrifice And they can tell if a woman aint with you when you down cuz she never really could be your wife What it mean to be D-O-W-N? Is ya homies still down when it's trouble you in? You wanna have a good time make it hot when the pigs come down on the block Would they fuck wit you then? Now you wanna get high wit me, organize wit me Start a clothes drive then maybe we can start a fire Where my RBGs? My guerillas wit a G-U-E Don't got a I-Ching homey get free Rule number 1: When we ride we follow the plan There's a role for every man With a chain of command even when the shit hit the fan Anything get outta hand we still stand To me bein down mean more than bein friends, or kin We comrades and struggle through any trouble Sacrifice my life in combat for ya So you know I gotta love ya, I'm down for my brothas and sistas, Fuck the system, bust ya pistols, nigga I'm with ya Just put a rag on ya face when you ride You don't want them satellites to take ya picture We gotta have a lot of discipline and it comes from within It's not somethin you pretend, homey A lot of niggas be talkin that shit When it really goes down they be gone with the wind, homey Can't be no coward, gotta get this power by any means Gotta know yaself and ya enemy when you puttin it down for ya family Can't tell by no tattoo, can't tell by no handshake It starts with the heart, bein down is an attitude Doin' what you gotta do, for the crew's sake My definition of a soulja, a Revolutionary, Military Minded, And ready for whatever, nigga Hope for the best and prepare for the worst Stay aware, be alert bomb first, no tear(?) Tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, don't talk it hold it down Homey tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, don't talk it hold it |
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from Dead Prez - Rbg/ Revolutionary But Gangsta [Explicit Album Version] (2004)
Fulton Street
Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostrand Ave(DP's) Orange Ave (RPG's) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain Nigga got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper we been livin' in the dark since April on the candle, gotta get a handle my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid we gon' order take out, when we see the driver we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor til' we see the dominoes car headlights white boy in the wrong place at the right time soon as the car door open up he mine we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes you know what this is a stick up gimme the dough, from the pick up you ran into the wrong niggas we runnin down the block hot with these stack of pizza boxes so we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid let's go to the DMV and get a ID the name says you but the face is me now it's yo' turn take my paperwork like 1,2,3 let's make it work then fill out out the credit card application then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin' for American Express, Discover card Platinum Visa Mastercard cuz when we was boostin shit we was targets now we just walk right up and say charge it to the game we rockin' brand names well known at department store chains even got the boys in the crew a few thangs Po Po never know who the true blame store after store ya' know we kept rollin' wait two weeks report the card stolen repeat the cycle like a laundrymat like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags we can take 'em right back and get the cash yeah, get a friend and do it again damn right that's how we pay the rent Hell Yeah Got to get this paper I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind It's a daily struggle We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive I know a caper We can get some government paper You know food stamps can we really do that Hell yea, right there for the taking Fuck welfare we say reparations And, uh, you know the grind Get up early get in the line and just wait Everybody on break that's part of the game And when they call your name Ms. CaseWorker let my state my claim I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless But I gotta eat regardless No family to run to I'm 22 Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me I made her feel like it was an emergency When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day I find out how to pimp on the system Two steps ahead of the manager Getting over, on the regular, tax free money out of the register And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions Got me flippin' burgers with no power Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position I take mine off the top like a politician Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living I got mouths to feed dawg I gots to get it Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) Hell yeah (your mamma need money and things my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah If you claimin gangsta Then bang on the system And show that you ready to ride Till we get our freedom We got to get over We steady on the grind (repeat) |
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from Dead Prez - Rbg/ Revolutionary But Gangsta [Explicit Album Version] (2004)
Fulton Street
Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostrand Ave(DP's) Orange Ave (RPG's) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain Nigga got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper we been livin' in the dark since April on the candle, gotta get a handle my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid we gon' order take out, when we see the driver we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor til' we see the dominoes car headlights white boy in the wrong place at the right time soon as the car door open up he mine we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes you know what this is a stick up gimme the dough, from the pick up you ran into the wrong niggas we runnin down the block hot with these stack of pizza boxes so we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid let's go to the DMV and get a ID the name says you but the face is me now it's yo' turn take my paperwork like 1,2,3 let's make it work then fill out out the credit card application then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin' for American Express, Discover card Platinum Visa Mastercard cuz when we was boostin shit we was targets now we just walk right up and say charge it to the game we rockin' brand names well known at department store chains even got the boys in the crew a few thangs Po Po never know who the true blame store after store ya' know we kept rollin' wait two weeks report the card stolen repeat the cycle like a laundrymat like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags we can take 'em right back and get the cash yeah, get a friend and do it again damn right that's how we pay the rent Hell Yeah Got to get this paper I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind It's a daily struggle We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive I know a caper We can get some government paper You know food stamps can we really do that Hell yea, right there for the taking Fuck welfare we say reparations And, uh, you know the grind Get up early get in the line and just wait Everybody on break that's part of the game And when they call your name Ms. CaseWorker let my state my claim I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless But I gotta eat regardless No family to run to I'm 22 Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me I made her feel like it was an emergency When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day I find out how to pimp on the system Two steps ahead of the manager Getting over, on the regular, tax free money out of the register And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions Got me flippin' burgers with no power Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position I take mine off the top like a politician Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living I got mouths to feed dawg I gots to get it Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) Hell yeah (your mamma need money and things my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah If you claimin gangsta Then bang on the system And show that you ready to ride Till we get our freedom We got to get over We steady on the grind (repeat) |
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from Dead Prez - Rbg/ Revolutionary But Gangsta [Explicit Album Version] (2004)
Fulton Street
Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostrand Ave(DP's) Orange Ave (RPG's) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain Nigga got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper we been livin' in the dark since April on the candle, gotta get a handle my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid we gon' order take out, when we see the driver we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor til' we see the dominoes car headlights white boy in the wrong place at the right time soon as the car door open up he mine we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes you know what this is a stick up gimme the dough, from the pick up you ran into the wrong niggas we runnin down the block hot with these stack of pizza boxes so we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid let's go to the DMV and get a ID the name says you but the face is me now it's yo' turn take my paperwork like 1,2,3 let's make it work then fill out out the credit card application then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin' for American Express, Discover card Platinum Visa Mastercard cuz when we was boostin shit we was targets now we just walk right up and say charge it to the game we rockin' brand names well known at department store chains even got the boys in the crew a few thangs Po Po never know who the true blame store after store ya' know we kept rollin' wait two weeks report the card stolen repeat the cycle like a laundrymat like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags we can take 'em right back and get the cash yeah, get a friend and do it again damn right that's how we pay the rent Hell Yeah Got to get this paper I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind It's a daily struggle We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive I know a caper We can get some government paper You know food stamps can we really do that Hell yea, right there for the taking Fuck welfare we say reparations And, uh, you know the grind Get up early get in the line and just wait Everybody on break that's part of the game And when they call your name Ms. CaseWorker let my state my claim I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless But I gotta eat regardless No family to run to I'm 22 Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me I made her feel like it was an emergency When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day I find out how to pimp on the system Two steps ahead of the manager Getting over, on the regular, tax free money out of the register And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions Got me flippin' burgers with no power Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position I take mine off the top like a politician Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living I got mouths to feed dawg I gots to get it Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) Hell yeah (your mamma need money and things my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah If you claimin gangsta Then bang on the system And show that you ready to ride Till we get our freedom We got to get over We steady on the grind (repeat) |
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from Dead Prez - Rbg/ Revolutionary But Gangsta [Explicit Album Version] (2004)
There was an incident where a police had shot a black man in the back and then went and plant a gun next to him and say that the guy draw a gun on him which they find out after the investigation that the guy didn't have no gun - The police had shot him in cold blood. Wake up nigga! Wake up nigga! Wake up wake up wake up! Backseat of the 'lac, big gat in my lap Ready for combat, feelin like Geronimo Pratt We had the windows cracked, headed up the strip Black rag in my hand, don't want no prints on the clip Hollow tips cuz we thugs with this shit my nigga This aint no game, we bang for yo hood my nigga I take a left at the light, turn off the headlights and ride real slow Now holla at me when you see the 5-0 Alrite Dirty, yall boys ready? Bout to turn drive-bys revolutionary *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! Look at 'em run, too scared to pull they guns Outta shape from them coffees and them cinnamon buns This shit is fun, how I feel when the tables is turned Hollow tips hit yah flesh through yo vests and it burn That's a lesson you learn, comin strait from the slums And it don't stop till we get full freedom! DIE DIE DIE! Just when you thought it was safe Police kill a little boy last night They said it was a mistake But that won't bring back his life His momma couldn't believe That it could happen to her She prayed to God everyday Guess it just wasn't enough And this is a revolutionary salute, nah mean to the comrades, word, cuz this is real shit, this aint just stories you nahmsayin? People like Twyla Meyers Crazy {?}, Kunta Hari, Rushell McGee |
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from Dead Prez - Rbg/ Revolutionary But Gangsta [Explicit Album Version] (2004)
Crank up yo speakas
To all my niggaz Every hustlin nigga Strugglin niggaz Revolutionary niggaz Gangbangin niggaz Chain gangin niggaz To ya freaky sick I refuse to be a stereotype in your box Never want to try to be somethin I'm not I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it Stay blowin on green, if you got it twist it on up DP's givin a fuck RBG'd up in some gangsta chucks Throw yo fist up homie if you know what's up All my comrades puttin in soldier work We rollin dirty wit it Fully dedicated So real that the radio will never play it But that's cool, the enemies supposed to hate it Freedom ain't gonna come till we regulate it That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video Really do, we really got beef with the popo Never know when they gonna put you in a choke hold This is for you new niggaz holdin for the radio Chorus: Turn off the radio Turn off that bull shit (repeat 3X) (telephone rings) People's Radio Yo hang up, that's police What's on the radio? Propaganda, mind control And turnin it on is like puttin on a blind fold Cause when you bringin it real you don't get rotation Unless you take over the station And yeah I know it's part of they plans To make us think it's all about party and dance And yo it might sound good when yo spittin you rap But in reality don't nobody live like that You wanna know what kinda nigga I am let me tell you bit the nigga I'm not I don't fuck with the cops Platinum don't me that it gotta be hot I ain't gotta love it even if they play it a lot You can hear it when you walk the streets How many people they reach How they use music to teach A radio program ain't a figure of speech Don't sleep, cause you could be a radio freq Chorus (telephone rings) People's Radio I gotta fat chain, I gotta fat whip, I gotta - Nigga get off that bull shit!!! Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin off the meter Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin fo the people (repeat) Freak freak y'all, to the beat y'all DP's dog, we gotta eat dog People's Radio, on the stereo For the ghettos and the barrios (repeat) Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin off the meter Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin fo the people Y'all gonna get black-balled Nigga what? Nigga get these black balls . . . in yo mouf |
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from Dead Prez - Rbg/ Revolutionary But Gangsta [Explicit Album Version] (2004)
So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God you know, makes me ask well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I'm in? Or why is my family going through certain situations when I don't think that they deserve it nah mean? Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much? [sample fades out as instrumental comes in] [lighter sparking] Yo Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk cross this country, cross the world For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 you know how we do it Hand to hand, whateva... Yo, yo.. [Chorus - singing] I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show Like this world just don't want us to groooow I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do' ohhhhh [Verse 1] What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty? Work all week let the bossman pimp me? Can't pay no rent till the 15th Landlord call the police to evict me Lookin for a job in the want ads Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass? In between jobs in the past? How you get cash? I done worked over hot ass stoves I done picked up trash off roads Winter time in the streets and the cold Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo' What you know bout bein' po' seei |
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from Dead Prez - Rbg/ Revolutionary But Gangsta [Explicit Album Version] (2004)
Walk Like a Warrior Walk Like a Warrior Walk Like a Warrior Walk Like a Warrior [M1] I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health The white man got the wealth he held back We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack But that ain't gonna change this thang If you gonna bang, then bang for change, don't bang for crazy thangs If not don't bang If ya gonna ball play the game how it should be played Can you dribble a grenade? To save your life you payed the price, mama raised you right Now how you aint gonna fight? For the white man's laws hell naw For the cause, because we got to get what's ours Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power Cuz we're livin in the last few hours It's 11:59, I think it's bout time We get on the grind, and get out the carbine With freedom of mind we can see what we can find If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the po-9 This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared Listen to the message in the word Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words You might prefer it from a car mic Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out All ya'll sell-outs get the hell out This year it's RBG so bang on out Uh, we people army nigga bang on out [Hook] [Stic] Yo, Yo, what you know bout heart? Can't be the weak link in the squad Gotta look way deep in your heart Anything in the way gotta go straight through Take charge Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause Cuz a nigga will pull your card Keep your guard up 247 on the street like you're doin hard time on the yard What you know about heart? Can you assemble |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
Check this out
Coooh-Weee. (Coooh-Weee.) [Sound of dice being shaken.] All right, it's going down like this right here: you push, you pay. Know what I'm sayin', everything counts. The trip's, you pay double. Keep your back straight and count 'em out loud. Come on, come on. 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get big, get big On the palms, on the fingertips, on the wrists, on the fists (Cee-lo for push-ups.) 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get big, get big, 50 in the crib, get ribbed, get big On the palms, on the fingertips, on the wood, on the bricks (Cee-lo for push-ups.) Jumping rope, doing kicks, basic drills with the sticks. 50 push-ups in the clip, on the fists and the wrist, Getting swoll' on the block, lifting weights at the gym Take the kids to the park, do some techniques with them. Throw that hook, work that cross, stick-'n'-move, tap that jaw. Tiger claw, lion paw. Iron palm, can't be soft, life is hard on the block, put your heart on the spot. You gon' ride or your not? Bomb first, get the drop. (Cee-lo for push-ups.) Pay me. That's head crack, boy. That fever ain't got nuttin' on that. And stay away from them corners. 'n trace your burner, you heard me? Getting big with the clique, keep it tight, like a fist. Everybody hit the deck! Nigga, four-five-six! Add it up, hit the block. No shirt, tatt'ed up. Skinny niggas gettin' guts, sisters too. Get them knees up, ain't no girl-push-ups. RBGs fifty-fifty, let me see what you got. Nigga, don't just watch me, do 'em with me. You can do it, use your breath from your gut, not your chest, push 'em out, make 'em count, go all out, count 'em out, nigga. Oh! Four-five-six! Look at that, boy! Go together just like red, black and green. Boy, you lookin' at Fred, Huey, and George, right there. Word up, time to pay up. Put your muscle where your mouth is, get big. Count 'em out. 50 49 48 47 (Get big.) 46 45 44 43 (Get big.) 42 41 40 39 (Push 'em out.) 38 (Get big.) 37 (Get big.) 36 (Get big.) 35 (Get big.) 34 33 32 31 (Get big.) 30 29 28 27 (Get big.) 26 25 24 23 (Push 'em out.) 22 (Get big.) 21 (Get big.) 20 19 18 17 16 18 (Get big.) 14 13 12 11 (Get big.) 10 9 8 7 (Push 'em out.) 6 (Get big.) 5 (Get big.) 4 (Get big.) 3 (Get big.) 2 1 All day. It's in the mind. |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
RBGs, RBGs, Nigga it's dat RBGs
RBGs, RBGs, Nigga it's dat RBGs Tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, don't talk it hold it down Tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, when it's goin down Have you ever had a lesson from a OG? From a nigga that's been in the war Been locked up longer than I been on the earth And his crime is defendin the poor And they can tell you bout death, tell you bout life But most of all they tell you bout sacrifice And they can tell if a woman aint with you when you down cuz she never really could be your wife What it mean to be D-O-W-N? Is ya homies still down when it's trouble you in? You wanna have a good time make it hot when the pigs come down on the block Would they fuck wit you then? Now you wanna get high wit me, organize wit me Start a clothes drive then maybe we can start a fire Where my RBGs? My guerillas wit a G-U-E Don't got a I-Ching homey get free Rule number 1: When we ride we follow the plan There's a role for every man With a chain of command even when the shit hit the fan Anything get outta hand we still stand To me bein down mean more than bein friends, or kin We comrades and struggle through any trouble Sacrifice my life in combat for ya So you know I gotta love ya, I'm down for my brothas and sistas, Fuck the system, bust ya pistols, nigga I'm with ya Just put a rag on ya face when you ride You don't want them satellites to take ya picture We gotta have a lot of discipline and it comes from within It's not somethin you pretend, homey A lot of niggas be talkin that shit When it really goes down they be gone with the wind, homey Can't be no coward, gotta get this power by any means Gotta know yaself and ya enemy when you puttin it down for ya family Can't tell by no tattoo, can't tell by no handshake It starts with the heart, bein down is an attitude Doin' what you gotta do, for the crew's sake My definition of a soulja, a Revolutionary, Military Minded, And ready for whatever, nigga Hope for the best and prepare for the worst Stay aware, be alert bomb first, no tear(?) Tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, don't talk it hold it down Homey tell me are you down? when it's goin down You got to hold it down, don't talk it hold it |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
We came from the distant land
Our lives already planned We came in ships from across the sea Never again home at sea And now we've become American fool With African Rules Don't be following no bull shit Cause bull shit will get you killed Real shit will get you killed But bull shit will get you killed for sure |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
(Intro)
For my dogs in the pen, my niggaz hold ya head For my dirties on the block, come up any way you can For my homies in the street game, trying to get ahead For homeless people sleeping on the sidewalks for beds To the babies, born already on dope Straight to his veins from the coast guard boat (Verse - M1) Baby daddies and if you late you cant participate Baby mommas, I know what you going through. So sorry to disappoint you Ghetto children your'e the spark, your'e the energy, your'e the heart To the gran-ma's, your'e the glue cuz you know things fall apart To the PP's, the P-O-W's, M-I-A's To to A-R's, to the H-K's, to the M-1's, to the A-K's To the comrades on the grind Let me see who comes to mind To my clic, to stic, Oh yeah I cant forget What up Tahim, What up Abu What up Common what up Badu Jermaine, Dem, and Dee-Don We bout to get our freedom That's our F-R-double E-Dom In case you did't hear me, hear me, hear me |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
(Verse 1)
How do it feel to be high without drugs? Some say it's the feelin of love for yourself I can't call it, I just threw up in the toilet And all my life I said I wasnt gonna be no alcoholic I'm flailin son, tryin to stay sober but the alcohol be callin son like a ghost So let's make a toast to my liver and my kidneys Pour out a little Henny here's to gout in your twenties Not many niggaz make it to 30 we ride dirty Breath stinkin, already drinkin, bright an' early (incomprehensible) smirnoff, gin and 8 ball Passed out on the bathroom floor with my clothes off Remember them mickeys? tall can't fit in ya dickies? Before they put them cameras up in the corna store We used to be so much fun when we was young Tryin to holler at somethin smellin like 151 Gettin thrown out the club on buzz I'm bout to get the gun, dog But I ain't even know where I was My nigga emae had to carry me home a many day It was Heineken, Becks, engays, and Eng They say alcoholism is in my DNA cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way They say alcoholism is in my DNA cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way (Verse 2) I got so fucked up last night I passed out assed out, man I couldn't even get to the house and I know I shouldnt been drinkin on an empty stomach but the flyer said 'open bar' I said fuck it went from vodka to rum, from rum to cognac and my body feel like ive been fightin in combat and I've been coughin up yellow shit, breakin a sweat I've been shakin like a leaf but thats just what I get for pourin my own poison and throwin it back and its not enough to just know better you gotta act I know I said that the last time but I was havin such a good time The liquor just took over my mind And I don't want to be a Gil Scott-Heron ya'll But when you livin in the bottle than a nigger stop caring Cause the ones who made that alcohol ain't my friend But the sad part is imma probably do it again. Goddamn. I used to have a thing for cognac, Nowadays I train for combat. Pour your own poison I used to have a thing for cognac, Nowadays I train for combat. |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
We together on the same track now, baby! Whatchu gon call us now?! Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack) Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy) Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn, Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the floor Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit But I'm a maintain Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper We been living in the dark since April On the candle, gotta get a handle My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver We gonna stick the 25 up in his face Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors Head to the notorious Southside One weapon to the four of us Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights White boy in the wrong place at the right time Soon as the car door open up he mine We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes You know what this is, it's a stic up Gimme the do' from your pickups You ran into the wrong niggaz We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes So we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid You can get down but you |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
Fulton Street
Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostrand Ave(DP's) Orange Ave (RPG's) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain Nigga got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper we been livin' in the dark since April on the candle, gotta get a handle my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid we gon' order take out, when we see the driver we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor til' we see the dominoes car headlights white boy in the wrong place at the right time soon as the car door open up he mine we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes you know what this is a stick up gimme the dough, from the pick up you ran into the wrong niggas we runnin down the block hot with these stack of pizza boxes so we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid let's go to the DMV and get a ID the name says you but the face is me now it's yo' turn take my paperwork like 1,2,3 let's make it work then fill out out the credit card application then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin' for American Express, Discover card Platinum Visa Mastercard cuz when we was boostin shit we was targets now we just walk right up and say charge it to the game we rockin' brand names well known at department store chains even got the boys in the crew a few thangs Po Po never know who the true blame store after store ya' know we kept rollin' wait two weeks report the card stolen repeat the cycle like a laundrymat like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags we can take 'em right back and get the cash yeah, get a friend and do it again damn right that's how we pay the rent Hell Yeah Got to get this paper I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind It's a daily struggle We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive I know a caper We can get some government paper You know food stamps can we really do that Hell yea, right there for the taking Fuck welfare we say reparations And, uh, you know the grind Get up early get in the line and just wait Everybody on break that's part of the game And when they call your name Ms. CaseWorker let my state my claim I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless But I gotta eat regardless No family to run to I'm 22 Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me I made her feel like it was an emergency When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day I find out how to pimp on the system Two steps ahead of the manager Getting over, on the regular, tax free money out of the register And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions Got me flippin' burgers with no power Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position I take mine off the top like a politician Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living I got mouths to feed dawg I gots to get it Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) Hell yeah (your mamma need money and things my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah If you claimin gangsta Then bang on the system And show that you ready to ride Till we get our freedom We got to get over We steady on the grind (repeat) |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
Fulton Street
Dean Street (click clack) President (uh huh) Nostrand Ave(DP's) Orange Ave (RPG's) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the flo' hunger pain got me on some migraine shit but I'ma maintain Nigga got two or three dollars to my name and my homies in the same boat goin' through the same thing ready for a caper, steady plottin' for the paper we been livin' in the dark since April on the candle, gotta get a handle my homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page lemme tell you how we fiendin ta get paid we gon' order take out, when we see the driver we gon' stick the 25 up in his face, let's ride steppin' outside like warriors into the notorious southside one weapon to the four of us, hidin' in the corridor til' we see the dominoes car headlights white boy in the wrong place at the right time soon as the car door open up he mine we roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose by the look on his face he probly shitted in his clothes you know what this is a stick up gimme the dough, from the pick up you ran into the wrong niggas we runnin down the block hot with these stack of pizza boxes so we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid let's go to the DMV and get a ID the name says you but the face is me now it's yo' turn take my paperwork like 1,2,3 let's make it work then fill out out the credit card application then it's gonna be about three weeks of waitin' for American Express, Discover card Platinum Visa Mastercard cuz when we was boostin shit we was targets now we just walk right up and say charge it to the game we rockin' brand names well known at department store chains even got the boys in the crew a few thangs Po Po never know who the true blame store after store ya' know we kept rollin' wait two weeks report the card stolen repeat the cycle like a laundrymat like a glitch in the system thats hard to catch comin' out the mall, with the shopping bags we can take 'em right back and get the cash yeah, get a friend and do it again damn right that's how we pay the rent Hell Yeah Got to get this paper I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind It's a daily struggle We all gotta hustle, this is the way we survive I know a caper We can get some government paper You know food stamps can we really do that Hell yea, right there for the taking Fuck welfare we say reparations And, uh, you know the grind Get up early get in the line and just wait Everybody on break that's part of the game And when they call your name Ms. CaseWorker let my state my claim I'm homeless, jobless, times is hard, I'm 'bout hopeless But I gotta eat regardless No family to run to I'm 22 Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me I made her feel like it was an emergency When I came to the crib niggaz couldn't believe I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day I find out how to pimp on the system Two steps ahead of the manager Getting over, on the regular, tax free money out of the register And when I'm working late nights stockin' boxes I'm creepin' their merchandise And don't put me on dishes I'm dropping them bitches And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit We ain't getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions Got me flippin' burgers with no power Can't even buy one off what I make in an hour I'm not the one to kiss ass for the top position I take mine off the top like a politician Where I'm from doing dirt is a part of living I got mouths to feed dawg I gots to get it Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) Hell yeah (your mamma need money and things my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah If you claimin gangsta Then bang on the system And show that you ready to ride Till we get our freedom We got to get over We steady on the grind (repeat) |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
There was an incident where a police had shot a black man in the back
and then went and plant a gun next to him and say that the guy draw a gun on him which they find out after the investigation that the guy didn't have no gun - The police had shot him in cold blood." Wake up nigga! Wake up nigga! Wake up wake up wake up! Backseat of the 'lac, big gat in my lap Ready for combat, feelin like Geronimo Pratt We had the windows cracked, headed up the strip Black rag in my hand, don't want no prints on the clip Hollow tips cuz we thugs with this shit my nigga This aint no game, we bang for yo hood my nigga I take a left at the light, turn off the headlights and ride real slow Now holla at me when you see the 5-0 Alrite Dirty, yall boys ready? Bout to turn drive-bys revolutionary *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! Look at 'em run, too scared to pull they guns Outta shape from them coffees and them cinnamon buns This shit is fun, how I feel when the tables is turned Hollow tips hit yah flesh through yo vests and it burn That's a lesson you learn, comin strait from the slums And it don't stop till we get full freedom! DIE DIE DIE! Just when you thought it was safe Police kill a little boy last night They said it was a mistake But that won't bring back his life His momma couldn't believe That it could happen to her She prayed to God everyday Guess it just wasn't enough And this is a revolutionary salute, nah mean to the comrades, word, cuz this is real shit, this aint just stories you nahmsayin? People like Twyla Meyers Crazy {?}, Kunta Hari, Rushell McGee, Jalil Mutakeem, Hugo Yogipinell Herman Bell, {?} Shakur, Asana Shakur, Nahanda Abiodum, Russel Maroon Shokes, George Jackson, Tariq Haskins, Mutulu Shakur, Lenin {?}, Jonathan Jackson, Shanta {?}, Bunjy Carter, Albert Washington, {?} Uhuru, Eddie Conway, {?} {?}, The Black Liberation Army, Tupac Amaru Freedom Fighters, The Mau Mau, The Zapatistas, Black and Brown Power yeah long live all souljas UHURU! |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
Crank up yo speakas
To all my niggaz Every hustlin nigga Strugglin niggaz Revolutionary niggaz Gangbangin niggaz Chain gangin niggaz To ya freaky sick I refuse to be a stereotype in your box Never want to try to be somethin I'm not I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it Stay blowin on green, if you got it twist it on up DP's givin a fuck RBG'd up in some gangsta chucks Throw yo fist up homie if you know what's up All my comrades puttin in soldier work We rollin dirty wit it Fully dedicated So real that the radio will never play it But that's cool, the enemies supposed to hate it Freedom ain't gonna come till we regulate it That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video Really do, we really got beef with the popo Never know when they gonna put you in a choke hold This is for you new niggaz holdin for the radio Chorus: Turn off the radio Turn off that bull shit (repeat 3X) (telephone rings) People's Radio Yo hang up, that's police What's on the radio? Propaganda, mind control And turnin it on is like puttin on a blind fold Cause when you bringin it real you don't get rotation Unless you take over the station And yeah I know it's part of they plans To make us think it's all about party and dance And yo it might sound good when yo spittin you rap But in reality don't nobody live like that You wanna know what kinda nigga I am let me tell you bit the nigga I'm not I don't fuck with the cops Platinum don't me that it gotta be hot I ain't gotta love it even if they play it a lot You can hear it when you walk the streets How many people they reach How they use music to teach A radio program ain't a figure of speech Don't sleep, cause you could be a radio freq Chorus (telephone rings) People's Radio I gotta fat chain, I gotta fat whip, I gotta - Nigga get off that bull shit!!! Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin off the meter Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin fo the people (repeat) Freak freak y'all, to the beat y'all DP's dog, we gotta eat dog People's Radio, on the stereo For the ghettos and the barrios (repeat) Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin off the meter Crank up yo speakers Yo woofas and yo tweeters Turn up yo recievers We bangin fo the people Y'all gonna get black-balled Nigga what? Nigga get these black balls . . . in yo mouf |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
(intro sample vocals from "American Pimp")
So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God -- you know, makes me ask well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I'm in? Or why is my family going through certain situations when I don't think that they deserve it nah mean? Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much? (lighter sparking) Yo Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk cross this country, cross the world For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 -- you know how we do it Hand to hand, whateva... Yo, yo.. (Chorus - singing) I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show Like this world just don't want us to groooow I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show Wanna run up in tha white house and kick in tha do' ohhhhh (Verse 1) What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty? Work all week let the bossman pimp me? Can't pay no rent till the 15th Landlord call the police to evict me Lookin for a job in the want ads Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass? In between jobs in the past? How you get cash? I done worked over hot ass stoves I done picked up trash off roads Winter time in the streets and the cold Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo' What you know bout bein' po' seein' most of yo kinfolk be on dope? Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that's why we don't vote Still payin niggaz 4.25 - How the fuck we supposed to survive? I'm close to the edge, government takin most of my bread in taxes might as well have this close to my head Make a nigga wanna wild out runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! (Chorus) Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W-4 form.. (Verse 2) See where I'm from it's a few ways out either rappin or sports either dope or the casket You can work to the bone but don't put all yo eggs in one basket We don't never get a piece of the pie Work 50 years, retire then die Stay po', rich folks is the criminal but you don't wanna hear me tho' so thank God it's friday, ain't it what we live fo'? Nigga gotta get up out the plantation Same job that my pop had before me Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation Make a nigga wanna wild out runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! (Chorus) My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation they owe meeee but got me fillin' out this application My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation they owe meeee and got me fillin' out this application (song fades) |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
(Hook)
Walk Like a Warrior Walk Like a Warrior Walk Like a Warrior Walk Like a Warrior (M1) I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health The white man got the wealth he held back We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack But that ain't gonna change this thang If you gonna bang, then bang for change, don't bang for crazy thangs If not don't bang If ya gonna ball play the game how it should be played Can you dribble a grenade? To save your life you payed the price, mama raised you right Now how you aint gonna fight? For the white man's laws hell naw For the cause, because we got to get what's ours Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power Cuz we're livin in the last few hours It's 11:59, I think it's bout time We get on the grind, and get out the carbine With freedom of mind we can see what we can find If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the po-9 This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared Listen to the message in the word Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words You might prefer it from a car mic Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out All ya'll sell-outs get the hell out This year it's RBG so bang on out Uh, we people army nigga bang on out (Hook) (Stic) Yo, Yo, what you know bout heart? Can't be the weak link in the squad Gotta look way deep in your heart Anything in the way gotta go straight through Take charge Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause Cuz a nigga will pull your card Keep your guard up 24/7 on the street like you're doin hard time on the yard What you know about heart? Can you assemble your heat in the dark Take it apart, and clean all the parts? Life is a journey, a course, like learning a martial art You can't have partial heart Gotta get your own, if you drop the bone, dog, we all fall It ain't over til the problem solved Get your back up off the wall My niggaz is riders, we fighters, we tight as a fist RBG's up in this bitch, so bang on out If your khakis is saggin, you reppin your rag and you holdin the magnum Use it for freedom nigga, bang on out All my dirtiest dirtys, revolutionaries and visionaries Don't be no scaredy nigga, bang on out It's a war goin on in the streets, we hollerin fuck the police Ain't bout no peace, nigga, bang on out (Krayzie Bone) Me so you see fifty niggaz in all black fatigues My regime runnin down your street At the end of the block, we got the god damn cops And they hope we sink, tell me what you see I see (bang) buildings burning, motherfuckers trippin for a goddman purpose The police is nervous, cuz we done observed 'em Now niggaz is thinking about murder We ain't talking, no more, and we ain't squashin shit with po-po And we ain't marchin in the middle of the goddamn road Cuz Martin got smoked Niggaz ready for war, so get the fuck up, we fixin to set the city to fire This time when we ride we burnin it down, turn this shit 'round Keep your justice, your peace And keep blessin the heat, and that there crooked officer We won't stop blazin til they coughin up blood Wanna slang my baseball cap to the back and get busy, nigga You say you a soldier, well get over here nigga we under attack As soon as they done, they get gone Muder mo come, come, they done, me red rum, me red rum, they done And when we put 'em in they grave We toss in a donut, and tell 'em we don't surrender, surrender, naw (Hook) I ain't talkin bout no hustla I ain't talkin bout no gangsta I'm hollerin at them soldiers Revolutionary culture Bang on out |
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from Dead Prez - RBG: revolutionary but gangsta [Clean Album Version] (2004)
(Verse 1)
What you know about the running, the stretching The katas, the weapons The path, the journey The jewels, the learning The fear, the focus The aches, the pains The contact sparrin', the breaks, the sprains The trial and error, the ranks, and belts The spiritual growth, the science of breath The tests, the techniques The forms, the stances The flow, the rhythm, the internal answers The herbs, the healing, the quiet meditation The truths reveal through daily dedication The love for the art, the sweat on your shirt The mind, the body, and the spirit at work The feelings of failure, the hope to succeed The battles of questions like "Should I smoke weed?" (Verse 2) The water, the thirst The cleansing, the blessings The flash of insight, the teachings, the lessons The grappling and locking, trapping and boxing The training and slacking The starting and stopping And stayin' committed, when your homies ain't with it The hours of practice after the class is finished The cause of your ignorance, flaws in your discipline Broken laws of nutrition, and poor condition and The vitamins and supplements Salves and ointments The tinctures, pulled joints and doctor appointments The dues, the pads, the wraps, the gloves The mouthpiece you left home, the taste of your own blood The hunger, the blocks The punches, the squats The crunches, the example you set for the youngsters The will, the skills, to kill or to heal The separation between what's fake and what's real The laws of physics, The class "comradery" The vows of humility, the bow, the courtesy. *guitar plays* (Sample) Self defense doesn't mean you run and attack someone But you do have the right to defend yourself by any means necessary If you in that position to defend yourself (Ha!) |
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from 2 Fast 2 Furious (분노의 질주 2) by David Arnold [ost] (2003)
We together on the same track now, baby! Whatchu gon call us now?! Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack) Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy) Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?) Brooklyn, Come on, Come on Sittin' in the living room on the floor Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit But I'm a maintain Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper We been living in the dark since April On the candle, gotta get a handle My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver We gonna stick the 25 up in his face Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors Head to the notorious Southside One weapon to the four of us Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights White boy in the wrong place at the right time Soon as the car door open up he mine We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes You know what this is, it's a stic up Gimme the do' from your pickups You ran into the wrong niggaz We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes So we split up and met back at the apartment Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?) Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) Hell yeah (well lets ride then) Hell yeah, Hell yeah I know a way we can get paid You can get down but you |
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.1 (2003)
u betta respe..ct prez i can to different places more than 1 tym i can go insyd ur head and blow it up wit ma mynd
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.1 (2003)
Fake, fake records...
Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs 1, 2 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks says it controls your brain - I know better than that, that's game And we're ready for that two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry Agent with a wire, I'm gonna know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We rock for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills Because they not, MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R&B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake this real hip hop, And it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what ya niggas wanna do DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2 DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up... They call it... Fake, fake, fake records... |
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.1 (2003)
Call me.......
oohoohhoooohhhoooohohhooo Dis code red, if u black, we need green, know what I'm sayin? Michael Jordan, Oprah Winfrey, hit me, hit me, Michael Jackson, Bob & Whitney, hit me, hit me, Magic Johnson, we need bout fifty thousand, hit me, hit me, Doctor Huxtable, help us build a hospital.... |
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.1 (2003)
Chorus
And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more Verse 1 Well did you know the pen was stronger than the knife and they can kill you once but they cant kill you twice did you know destruction of the flesh is not the ending to life fear not of thee anti-Christ Did you know that I exist before the earth and did you know my eyes are windows to the world Did you know you cant go a Zion and a wear jerry curls Cant tell the boys from the girls Ya body just a vehicle transporting your soul Its what inside the people is beauty to behold Fear not of evil Everyday them fleshed growed Changes of the times they get told Chorus And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more Verse 2 Me say me want Freedom, justice, equality As it was written on the book of lights and sociality Me want fa big up Marcus Garvey say me big up Huey P Me na want no brutality in a me reality I can see it in the signs everyday I live Its clear to ma mind somthin getta give The system is the problem but it aint just gonna change The people got to fight as one and break free from the chains We livin in a time where whitey got us corned Shackles on the brain police on every corner They lookin for some soldiers but they so hard to find My elders say be patient cause things come in time Not fast enough because They want fa rewrite ma history and make the motherland a mystery cause we to strong fa them to dis we because if it wasn't how it is then it would definitely be because the days is up blaze it up AFRICAN WARRIOR raise it up Push it up Fill up ya cup We had enough so we're gonna buck Now is the time open ya mind Then you will find its a design You matter what you do no one can stop the time Don't want no KKK no CIA no brutality Ghetto youths and RBG we ridin fa liberty Been here before the start still here after it's over And its written in the heart of every soldier Chorus And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more |
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.1 (2003)
(stic.man & m1) (talking)
m1 - ugh, know what I mean? stic.man - I can't believe these niggas m1 - gon' flip they scurve, these niggas, what? stic.man - mo'fuckin star spangled banner shit m1 - yeah, I can't even- yo, fuck that, i'm not fuckin with this shit i'm not fuckin with none of these niggas stic.man - red, white and blue thugs, now m1 - ugh stic.man - that's how it's goin down niggas m1 - straight r.b.g.'s (r.b.g.'s), for life, for life stic.man - y'all talk bout the rocks on your watch m1 - know that stic.man - y'all niggas don't even know what time it is m1 - yeah, ugh, you betta chorus: (stic.man & m1) know your enemy, know yourself that's the politic george bush is way worse than bin laden is know your enemy, know yourself that's the politic f.b.i., c.i.a., the real terrorists know your enemy, know yourself that's the politic george bush is way worse than bin laden is know your enemy, know yourself that's the politic c.i.a., f.b.i. the real terrorists (stic.man) you got to watch what you say in these days and times It's a touchy situation, lotta fear and emotion september 11th televised world-wide suicide planes fallin like bombs from out the sky they wasn't aimin at us not at my house they hit the world trade, the pentagon, and almost got the white house now everybody walkin round patriotic how we gon' fight to keep freedom when we ain't got it? you wanna stop terrorists? start with the u.s. imperalists ain't no track record like america's, see bin laden was trained by the c.i.a but I guess if you a terrorist for the u.s then it's okay uh huh (m1) they try to make us think we crazy but I know what they doin, they tryna put us back in slavery check it, to get on welfare you gotta get your fingerprints soon ya gotta do eyescans to get your benefits now they got them cards to swipe, ain't no more foodstamps shoulda seen it comin, now it's too late to get amped and everything got a barcode so they know what you got, when you got it, and what you still owe you seen them projects, lately you better watch it why they got us surrounded if money is the object? why they use satellites to keep track of the criminals? why they puttin jails in schools, is it subliminal? cameras everywhere to protect us from one another or is it the undercover, disguised as big brother and even freedom of speech is limited mad leaders done spoke up, and look at what these crackas did (chorus) (m1) and you ain't got to believe me go 'head and listen to bush the dope pusher on the t.v what you think the war is for? cause the greedy wantin more and more we be hustlin the corridor I would never join the military one soldier to another, nigga holla if ya hear me goin out to the best sons and daughters don't be a lamb gettin led to the slaughter I'ma keep ridin when my momma released cause ain't no stoppin us now, dawg freedom before peace ugh they got a plan for us? we got a plan for them and this time we gon' win who in? you out? you in? no doubt, we men ain't no ridin the fence It's called self-defense It makes sense when they tell us we gotta shackles on our brains (say what?) I'll be damned if I sit here and let them put us back in chains (singing) at the bonfires of the city I've seen blood (stic.man - a'what?...) blood (stic.man - a'what?...) blood (stic.man - a'what?...) |
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.1 (2003)
(woman singing)
(stic.man) Beatnuts, dead prez (woman) What I wanna sayyy (stic.man and/or m1) Everytime I look around, I see So much drama goin down Everytime I look around, I see So much fakeness goin down (stic.man) Why I'ma- be stingy when I could share? Why I'ma- be hateful if I could care? Why would I hate my own? Or forsake my own? Why would I- fuck around and get a jake on my chrome? I wouldn't- have to stick you if we all could eat It wouldn't be no need for beef Dyin over streets we don't even own anyway You could get bucked off anyday We behind enemy lines Y'all still writin Hennessy rhymes While I'm tryna find a good price for a nine Feel like my life on the line That's why a nigga be hype all the time Ready for the revolution at the drop a'a dime (m1) I got a duty to have security for my niggas My duty to serve the beautiful black sistas A duty to stand wit' anybody that's wit' us And fully criticize all bullshittas There should be awards presented- to niggas who fight back Like Panther jackets, or sistas who light gats I'm a full-blooded warrior, ready for change Recognize any soldier that's doin the same Because I love who I am, and that means everything to me My life ain't worth a damn unless I'm dealin with reality When I look myself in the eyes, it's just me And I don't have to tell nobody no lies, I feel free And I would rather deal with the truth and falsehood Than bein fake with my people and claimin 'it's all good' You can't run away from ya self, so that's useless If your word is bond, then you don't have to make excuses Everytime I look around, I see So much drama goin down --Hold up! (intro to 'Old School Survival') (crowd) Wait a minute! Let's take it back to the old school (man talking) Yo, 'memba back in the day? When sh- everything was all smooth 'n calm And shit was like- (other man)snap? on, nigga Yo man, I'm doin it, I'm doin it man I'm sayin like-'memba back in like in '70 Fuckin '79, Nah, nah '87! Tha's my favorite |
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.1 (2003)
Woohoohoohoohoohoo...
Crank up yo' speakers! (Stic.) To all my (niggaz) Every hustlin (nigga) Strugglin (niggaz) Revolutionary (niggaz) Gang-bangin (niggaz) Chain-gangin (niggaz) Tune yo' frequency... I refuse to be a stereotype in ya box Never wanna try to be somethin I'm not I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it Stay blowin on green, if you got it, twist it on up DP's givin a fuck - R.B.G.'d up in some gangsta chucks Throw ya fist up homie if ya know what's up All my comrades puttin in soldier work We rollin dirty wit it, fully dedicated So real that the radio'll never play it But that's cool, the enemy supposed to hate it Freedom ain't gon' come til we regulate 'em That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video Really though, we really got beef with the po-po (woop-woop) Never know when they gon' put you in a chokehold This is for you new niggaz, holdin for the radio (Chorus) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! *phone rings* (M-1) People's Radio (Stic.) Yo hang up, that's the police (M-1) What's on the radio, propoganda, mind control And turnin it on is like puttin on a blindfold Cuz when you bringin the real you don't get ro-tation Unless you take over the station And yeah I know it's part of they plans To make us think it's all about party and dancin And yo it might sound good when you spittin your rap But in reality, don't nobody live like that You wanna know what kinda nigga I am? Lemme tell you 'bout the nigga I'm not - I don't fuck with the cops Platinum don't mean that it gotta be hot I ain't gotta love it, even if they play it a lot You can hear it when you walk the streets How many people they reach, how they use music to teach A "radio program" ain't a figure of speech Don't sleep, cuz you could be a radio freak (freak-freak y'all) (Chorus) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! (Stic.) People's Radio, you on the air (caller) I got a phat chain, I got a phat whip (caller) I got a... *hang-up* (Stic.) Nigga get off that bullshit! (*high-pitched voice*) Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin for the people Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter (Stic.) - 2X Freak-freak y'all, to the beat y'all DP's dawg, we got the heat dawg People's Radio, on ya stereo For the ghettos, and the varrio (*high-pitched voice*) Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin for the people |
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from Dead Prez - Turn Off The Radio/ The Mixtape Vol.1 (2003)
I'm tired.
I'm tired. I'm tired of struggalin, dog. I'm tired of struggalin, dog. The system ain't gon' change, unless we make it change. The White House is a rock house, Uncle Sam is a mother fuckin' pusher man. What I gotta do to make sure ya understand? Spit it on the beat-box Timbaland? What I gotta do? (Uh?) Kidnap Aaliyah, take her melody? Make it relevant? Hold her harmony hostage to these people-army verses? Stash the arms in the churches, bombs in the purses. Just when you think it's calm on the surface, we bomb on the first. Uncle Toms get nervous every verse. Revolution ain't a curse words. (Uh-ha.) First come, first served. It ain't no lost slug, Freedom cost the blood. That's word to the mouth, bird, nigga. We need a revolution, We need a revolution, The system ain't gon' change unless we make it change. We need a revolution, We need a revolution, The system ain't gon' change unless we make it change. (Black Power) We need a revolution, (RBGs) We need a revolution, (RBGs) (RBGs) (Nigga, that's that RBGs.) (Black Power) (RBGs) (RBGs) (RBGs) (Nigga, that's that RBGs.) Got a cure for AIDS and cancer. Wanna know? Come, follow me now. Diabetes and sickle-cell even mad cow. Wanna know how? I can stop these cops from killin'? I can feed the' hungry children? I can stop racism, a product of cap-it-a-lism? I can unpack the prison and turn religion back to we livin'? I can stop the bloods from pillin' caps and the crips from pillin' back and get yo' cousin off crack I can stop the war (Tat-tat-tat) that's in the black hood. Send the money right back to the po', fo' sho, an', if you with me nigga, let me know let's go, if ya really wanna know. (I wanna know) (We need a real solution) Mutha fuck they constitution. RBGs off in this thangs, they hip to the game, get it off the chain. The system ain't gon' change, unless we make it change. We need a revolution, (Come on, Come on) We need a revolution, (Come on, Come on) The system ain't gon' change, unless we make it change. (They say) We need a revolution, (They say) We need a revolution, (Come on, Come on) (People army, nigger.) Biggest dope dealer's in the White House. (we need a revolution) Can't get no justice in the court house. (we need a revolution) Politician' cars comin' out the crack house. (we need a revolution) How the fuck you gon' take us out Same thing goin' on at yo' house. Same thing goin' on at my house. ??? layin' up in the penthouse, so we ain't You are now listening to WIBG the People's radio |
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from 2Pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete (2000)
[Talking (sang)]
This is Dedicated...(Dedicated) to my mama Political prisoner, so called war on drugs (Dedicated) Headed by this U.S. government...(U my worst enemy)(Dedicated) [I see you]...Uh, I'd ride for you [for pac dogg] I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you (Dedicated) [sang] The circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo [x4] (Dedicated to whaaaaat) [x4] [talking over singing] I'd ride for you, I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you U R ripping us apart Shit's, dedicated to crack, I dedicate it to that Uh, Uh...before you came...Never...Never [{Echo} Talking] Before you came, the triangle never broke {the triangle never broke}[Word Up] We were melted, and bonded as one (one), ONE (Dedicated) But as the two pushed you away {But as the two pushed you away} The one got weak and embrassed you {One got weak and embrassed you} [I seen it] And now You R ripping us apart {And now you R ripping us apart} (Ripping us apart) [sang] (Dedicated to whaaaat) [x2] Dedicated to what [x3] (Dedicated) [{Echo} Talking] The worst feeling, {The worst feeling of helplessness} The greatest pain, has rested in my heart {has rested in my heart} The vision of heaven fades {The vision of heaven fades} (Dedicated) And the nightmare of loneliness has started {And the nightmare of loneliness has started} (You started it, I'ma finish it) My hero has been defeated by you {My hero has been defeated by you} And now what can I do {And now what can I do} (Whatchew want me to do) Watch as you destroy us? {Watch as you destroy us} (Uh-huh, Uh) And our love is finally through? {And our love is finally through} (No) [sang, repeated over next verse until 2:38] The circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo (Dedicated to what, dedicated to crack) [{Echo}] I know the worst is here {I know the worst is here} I feel it in my heart {I feel it in my heart} U got in the circle {U got in the circle} Now you're tearing Us apart!!! {Now you're tearin Us Apart!!} [talking] Dedicated to what (repeated over and over) Dedicated to who Dedicated to Pac Opposite of crack, fight back (Dedicated) (Dedicated to whaaaat)[x4] (Dedicated) (Dedicated |
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from Dead Prez - Lest Get Free (2000)
*two guys talking*
(guy 1) Help me! (guy 2) You want me to help you? Man is evil, capable of nothing but destruction (narrator) Once upon a time There was a very serious situation growing There was a farmer and a farmyard filled with animals And this is the story of their times Verse 1 Old man Sammy had a farm Walked the land with the wife Most of the time shit was calm His whole life was maintained off the everyday labor From the mules in the field to the cattle in the stable This is how we kept food on this table (maxing) You would have thought he was disabled by the way he be relaxing Acting like Mr. Magnificent But the animals were thinking something different The sentiment was tension in the barnyard Throughout the years they had been through mad drama With the farmer, word is bond And they all came to one conclusion They argued there was no way they'd ever be free If it was up to humans Therefore the only course left was revolution which was understandable And since the pigs promised to lead in the interest of all the animals They planned a full attack Under the leadership of Hannibal The fattest pig in the pack The next morning on the farm Everything was calm Just before dawn But before long The sun got so hot it made the farm seem electric Now check it This is when that shit got hectic Directed by Hannibal, the animals attacked Old Sam was in a state of shock And fell up on his back And dropped his rifle Reaching in vain Each and every creature from the field at his throat Screaming kill, feel the pain. Chorus This is the animal in man This is the animal in you This is the animal in man Coming true (2x) Verse 2 After they ran the farmer off the farm The pigs went around and called a meeting in the barn Hannibal spoke for several hours But when he talked about his plans for power That's when the conversation turned sour He issued an official ordinance to set If you not a pig from this day forth then you're subordinate That's when the horses went buck wild One of them shouted out You fraudulent pigs, we know your fucking style! Hannibal's face was flushed and pale All the animals eyes full of disgust and betrayal He felt the same way Sam felt They took his tongue out of his mouth And cut his body up for sale, for real (for real) You better listen while you can It's a very thin line between animal and man When Hannibal crossed the line they all took a stand What would you have done? Shook his hand? This is the animal in man Chorus (4x) Narrator Remember... |
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from Dead Prez - Lest Get Free (2000)
Our people are poor,
And you know damn well nobody wants to be poor This play is gonna show how the pigs react when the people start To take community, control over what belongs to them And liberate it back (echoes) Sometimes I just don't care (Verse 1) Murderation, modern hanging education Price of your life is goin up it aint inflation Incrimination, they got my picture at the station Elimination, state to state we eatin by this nation Them belly full, my trigger finger got pulled To cut the bull shots'll warm your flesh like wool These tools for survival make fools out of rivals Fuck the Bible, get on your knees and praise my rifle Your life is done there aint another place to run Eat your own gun scared because my people never known fun (Verse 2) Cops drive down the streets and blow my friends away I try to smoke enough lah to take my sins away This E&J be freein us in it's own special way son We live for the day, the only way done The violence in me, reflect the violence that surround me A truth thats riling Mr. Charley keep his eye on me To figure my head, but them ass kissin niggas is dead We learn the chokeholds with fishermen's thread I read The Art of Sun-Tzu in a couple of fuckin days Used to practice Kung-Fu with this nigga that's like, double my age And you can put this on the government's grave Somebody payin for the way we have to suffer and slave Assassination, word up I hope they get the assassins, I hope that something is done to them Problem is they're killing them, it reminds me of something like what Happened to Lincoln Chorus You aint even safe wit a full clip I swear on the president's grave I'm sick of livin in this bullshit We down to take it to the full length Meet us up on Capitol Hill, and we can get up in some real shit (repeat) Assassination, *gunshot* yeah |
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from Dead Prez - Lest Get Free (2000)
It's all love.
I don't eat no meat. No dairy, no sweets. Only ripe vegtables, fresh fruit and whole wheat. I'm from the old school, my household smells like soul food, bro. Curry falafel, barbequed tofu. No fish, or none of dem candy bars. No ciggarettes. Only ganja, and fresh squeezed juice from oranges. Excerisin' daily, to stay healthy. An I rarely drink water out the tap cause it's filthy. Lentil soup - is- mental fruit and, ginger root- is good for the youth. Fresh vegetables with the ital stew. Sweet yam fries with the green caleoo Careful how you season and prepare your foods, cause you dont want to loose - vitamins and minerals and that's the jewel- Life brings. Life is valuable , so I eat what comes from the ground- It's natural. Let your food be your medicine. No exceteran. Strictly herb, generates from the sun. Cause I got MELANIN. Drink water. 8 glasses a day. Cause that's what they say. They say you are what you eat. So I strive to eat healthy . My goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy. Cause true wealth, comes from good health and wise ways. That's why we gotta start takin better care of ourselves. Be Healthy Ya'll. - |
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from Dead Prez - Lest Get Free (2000)
(conversations in a prison facility)
(Verse 1) Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock But prison ain't nothin but a private stock And she be dreamin 'bout his date of release She hate the police But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her Her father's a political prisoner, free Fred Son of a Panther that the government shot dead Back in 12-4-1969 4 o clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine Cuz Fred Hampton jr., looks just like him Walks just like him, talks just like him And it might be frightenin, the feds and the snitches See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go 18 years because the 5-0 said so They said he set a fire to a Arab store But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor HOOK: Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates Most of the youth never escape the jail fate Super maximum camps will advance they game plan To keep us in the hands of the man locked up (Hello?) Collect call from Ness (Where are you?) Yo shit is crazy boo, I miss you (Have you been alright?) Yo, can you put some money in my commisary? (Verse 2) Little Kenny been smokin lucy since he was 12 Now he 25 locked up wit a L They call him triple K, cuz he killed 3 niggas Another ghetto child got turned into a killa His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin Used like a pawn by these white North Americans Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy Grandmama had to raise the baby Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name But y'all know how the game go Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been Never see the hood again HOOK 2X (Spanish speak) You aint gotta be locked up to be in prison Look how we livin 30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine They put is in a box just like our life on the block Behind enemy lines (Repeat) |
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from Dead Prez - Lest Get Free (2000)
- Peace,
- Who dis? - Yo, this Deedon Nigga, whats the deal Rob? - Peace, whats the deal you knowwhatI mean? - Yo these niggaz having this be Healthy shit today son (Yeah) you know how that shit is going down (Word) its gonna be mad trees (Damn), mad snaz (Man) ya mean you know how we gon do. - Yeah son I can't even fuck wit it man nah mean I got mad shit to do son - Yo son stop playing (Come on) - Man I wish I could fuck wit you man. (Do that shit tomorrow or something) - Yeah I wish I can go man but I got mad shit to do, this shit comes first you know? You know how it is man - Yeah I hear you man, you know I'm gonna hold it down and represent for you man P.e.o.p.l.e -Call me baby, one love -Yeah Peace Discipline makes things easier, organize your life Discipline makes things easier, organize your life Uh um, uh um, its gonna be alright Uh um, uh um, its gonna be fine Uh um, uh um, its gonna be alright Uh um, uh um, its gonna be fine Discipline, discipline (practice makes pefect) Discipline, discipline (Health is wealth) Discipline, discipline (All things in moderation, plan your work work your plan) Discipline (repeats until end of song fading out) |
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from Dead Prez - Lest Get Free (2000)
Verse One:
Yo, it's a beautiful day, and everybody's feelin' wonderful The ladies is out, lookin' fly, dressed comfortable I love to wake up, and feel the breeze through my window Slip on a fatigues, grab a dutch and roll some indo It be days like these, that make life so much easier Fish thawin' out, Guinness Stout in the freezer Walk the block at my leisure (my leisure) Summertime is like a anesthesia So many pretty things to please ya The greenery Beautiful birds, natural scenery Or even just a infinite sky We be forever puffin' lah On the block, or tellin' jokes in the ride (ha ha ha) When the weather be hot, everybody be outside (whut) Havin' fun (aight?), eatin' fresh fruits and vegetables And good food put me in the mood for a festival Some say the summer make a woman more sexual (s'up, boo) It's instinct -- that's why my game be right on schedule I put the great Mother Nature on a pedestal She always fly, but today, she's exceptional If I had a chance to make a wish Every day would be just like this, full of Happiness Chorus: I feel great Even though we got mad things to deal with Happiness is all in the mind Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile I'm just glad to be livin' Feelin' fine Leavin' my bad times behind Feels great And no, we can't escape from the realness Happiness is all in the mind Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile I'm just glad to be alive Feelin' fine Livin' life one day at a time Feelin' great Yeah, knaw'msayin'? I just wanna give a shout out To everybody who got a birthday today Happiness (Happiness) Verse 2 Have you ever heard the children play? Sometime, I feel the same way, roll up a j, and get away Put some food on the grill And just chill Maybe build with my elders (uh) Never know the things they could tell ya Learnin' why the caged bird sings (why it do that?) 'Cuz it's the vital things you know that separate the men from the Kings The flowers that bloom and the Sun (uh) And everybody singin' the tune, 'cuz it's time to have fun We out, rollerbladin' (uh, uh), a day where no one coulda stayed inside Wash the car, now it's time to take a ride Me and my crew hangin' out, all night to sunrise Celebration of life, 'cuz every day is a surprise Think of the rich countryside on the land of Jamaica Mountains, springs and green acres Or any other place in the world your mind takes you It's the good times in life that everybody can relate to (uh) And you can leave your troubles behind And have a wonderful time Lay back and just ease your mind (whut) You can leave your troubles behind And have a wonderful time Lay back and just ease your mind Chorus |
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from Dead Prez - Lest Get Free (2000)
Fake, fake records...
Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs 1, 2 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks says it controls your brain - I know better than that, that's game And we're ready for that two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry Agent with a wire, I'm gonna know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We rock for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills Because they not, MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R&B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake this real hip hop, And it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what ya niggas wanna do DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2 DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up... They call it... Fake, fake, fake records... |
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