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(Paris) |
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Paris is my name, I flows with ease |
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Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks MC's |
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who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement |
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Intense is a serious answer |
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The mic goes into labor you freeze up |
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Enveloped by the style that sounds so ROUGH |
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Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide |
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A million and a half shot keepin you high |
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But I don't sell cause what you're sellin is never sold |
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or dealed by the REAL mack brothers of old |
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Naw, I just devise a wise new formula |
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to keep you in tune without sellin my soul |
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In 1930, it all began |
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with a movement comprised of intelligent black men |
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Led by Allah in the form of Farad |
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but later by the last true prophet of God |
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Elijah, Muhammad, a dominant black leader |
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of The Lost/Found Asiatic Pack |
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And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight |
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Stressing a black nationalistic state |
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of self-sufficiency on a mission he |
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stressed thrift and pride and good sense |
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Killed in cold blood but the shit ain't done with |
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Switch to Oaktown, '66 |
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See Huey Newton, and Cleveland Seale |
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Sons of Malcolm with intent to kill |
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and end the brutality inflicted on us by cops |
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Best believe I won't stop |
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teachin science in step with Farrakhan |
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Drop a dope bomb, word to Islam |
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Keeps my brothers up on it cause I'm black |
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and now you know, I'm BRUTAL |
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{*explosion*} |
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Callin all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter |
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stomp rip and choke those who thought a |
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young black man wasn't capable of the intellect |
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of gainin respect, without sellin so CHECK |
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I'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice |
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but twice as nice with, the power to fight boy |
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So listen I'm tellin y'all, the warnin the Final Call |
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We're headin, for Armageddeon, it's like that |
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The government's policy see is tactical genocide |
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How many must die, chasin a chemical high? |
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How much, killin and murderin mayhem more can we stand |
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before we fold black man, so take a stand |
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Listen up drug dealer - whassup with that? |
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Hope I don't bust a cap, straight in your MOTHERFUCKIN ass |
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For pushin poison to youth, I'm through with talkin I'm steppin up |
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with gat point blank at your motherfuckin mug |
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I'm, P-R-O, B-L-A-C-K |
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Stompin and crushin to mush, any lush, in my way |
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I'm educated and strong, always right and no wrong |
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with many bullets of a Bensonhurst, come on along |
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It's like that y'all, and I won't QUIT |
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Keepin y'all fresh on the movement tip |
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With F.O.I. at my side, we're never slippin or nap |
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We always come sick-wid-it, bustin serious caps |
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There's no, bullshit, and yo look, this is the danger zone |
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You shouldn't have stepped to it, you shouldn't have come alone |
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You shouldn't have ever thought, the movement was soft |
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Don't you know P-Dog'll never stop |
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I'm BRUTAL! |