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Left, right left, check it out |
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It goes left, right, left and we're marchin' on |
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Ya'll can pop your collars, Blue Scholars poppin' collarbones |
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Molotov cocktail party at the White House |
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Fire in the hole of the Oval Office, it's lights out |
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Alpha to Omega, Genesis to Revelation |
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The meek shall inherit but they're still miseducated |
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By the colonized mind idolized in America |
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New people's era once again break the barriers |
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To crush, kill, destroy |
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Stressin' over trying to find a job or just keepin' the one you got |
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Now war? Huh? What the fuck's it good for? |
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Absolutely everything that America has stood for |
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Some read a book but can't overstand one love |
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Like Radio Raheem's right hand |
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Two mics, two turns, two cats and no others |
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My hypeman's the spirit of my still-born brother |
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Goin' left right, left and we're marchin' on |
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Left, right, left, keep it up ya'll |
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Left, right, left, keep marchin' on |
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Left, right, left (check it out) |
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It goes left, right, left like a pendulum |
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Swingin' the momentum in the people's direction |
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I learned lessons never taught in textbooks or chalkboards |
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Sittin' in the back of the class, the teacher talked more |
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Cock back this hammer to sickle-cell up you amateurs |
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Skills below average, you will always be a challenger |
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I walk like a champion, talk like a champion |
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Want to be somebody? Better get yourself some discipline |
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I spit good medicine, listen to the antidote |
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Clean the Clear Channel out your eardrums and throat |
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I wrote this manifesto for folks who can't afford most luxuries |
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And not those who boast that they're broke when they're not |
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Walk now, proud and tall, the occasional fall |
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It keeps me humble through it all |
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Now Geo's chillin', Sabzi's chillin', what more can I say? |
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We keep marchin' to the rhythm |
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Goin' left, right, left and we're marchin' on |
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Left, right, left, Blue Scholars ya'll |
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Left, right, left, it's the Long March |
