Psychology - Explicit Lyrics
| Song | Psychology - Explicit |
| Artist | Dead Prez |
| Album | Let's Get Free |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro： | |
| "i was born, in a dump | |
| My mama died and my father got drunk | |
| They left me, to die or grow | |
| In the middle of tobacco road | |
| I grew up in a rusty shack | |
| All i owned was hangin on my back | |
| And lord knows, how i learnt | |
| This place called tobacco road | |
| Tobacco road, you're dirty and you're filthy | |
| Tobacco road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane | |
| I'm gonna blow it up, lord knows gonna start all over again" | |
| "my mind is the place where i make my plans | |
| The world is the place where i take my stand | |
| The beauty of life is mine today | |
| They cannot take my mind away" | |
| [m1] | |
| **** what you heard, i'm from africa | |
| This ain't no act it's mathematical | |
| Past the black radical | |
| I choose the m1, because it's practical | |
| Nothin was changed, we ain't protected | |
| No names, it's all factual | |
| They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate | |
| Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate | |
| This is what we learn in the streets, **** a degree | |
| Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see | |
| [stic] | |
| It's like watching your own father smoke crack | |
| I have nightmares on shit like that | |
| No way in hell i'll ever get like that | |
| I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years | |
| It's like a tour of duty | |
| My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty | |
| When your heart is turning ice cold | |
| Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds | |
| My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin | |
| I listen close to what she sayin | |
| When she speak of jesus i ignore it | |
| But when it's practical i'm all for it | |
| You got to think like a soldier | |
| I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters | |
| Discipline keep the mind focused | |
| This whole world is a corn field son | |
| Look out for flying locusts | |
| Chorus (x2) | |
| Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you | |
| Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you | |
| And through you, control your whole crew | |
| It's psychology boy, now what the **** that make you wanna do? | |
| [m1] | |
| You can't walk the streets with no state of mind | |
| Blind to the ways of mankind | |
| And if you know the time, give me a sign | |
| Tell me where we draw the line | |
| I got your back if you got mine | |
| My enemy's enemy is my man | |
| One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand | |
| My comrades stand on lands stolen | |
| Every tooth a golden opportunity | |
| Who holdin my community hostage? | |
| 10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some | |
| This is how the plan runs | |
| Thinkin with a fugitive brain | |
| What we do to live is insane | |
| Holdin the weed, healing my membranes | |
| Just like crack, you know it all boils down | |
| To the dollars-and-cents of it | |
| Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms | |
| Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose | |
| When will they learn? | |
| Psychology | |
| [stic] | |
| We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls | |
| No respect for their laws | |
| I cut your face with a kitchen knife | |
| In gladiator times, man against machinery | |
| The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy | |
| Life is a series of serious choices | |
| Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces | |
| Various courses of life can lead to failure | |
| Too much of anything is a trap | |
| My mind snap | |
| Guerilla warfare for two grand | |
| They say karate means 'empty hands' | |
| So then it's perfect for the poor man... | |
| They say karate means 'empty hands' | |
| So then it's perfect for the poor man | |
| Chorus (x2) | |
| Bridge | |
| [m1] | |
| When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols | |
| And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals | |
| The mind is like a jewel son | |
| Only a fool wouldn't grasp it | |
| Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted | |
| When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols | |
| And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals | |
| The mind is like a jewel son | |
| Only a fool wouldn't grasp it | |
| Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted | |
| "free your mind, and the rest will follow | |
| Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow" | |
| Repeat until fade |
| Intro: | |
| " i was born, in a dump | |
| My mama died and my father got drunk | |
| They left me, to die or grow | |
| In the middle of tobacco road | |
| I grew up in a rusty shack | |
| All i owned was hangin on my back | |
| And lord knows, how i learnt | |
| This place called tobacco road | |
| Tobacco road, you' re dirty and you' re filthy | |
| Tobacco road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane | |
| I' m gonna blow it up, lord knows gonna start all over again" | |
| " my mind is the place where i make my plans | |
| The world is the place where i take my stand | |
| The beauty of life is mine today | |
| They cannot take my mind away" | |
| m1 | |
| what you heard, i' m from africa | |
| This ain' t no act it' s mathematical | |
| Past the black radical | |
| I choose the m1, because it' s practical | |
| Nothin was changed, we ain' t protected | |
| No names, it' s all factual | |
| They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate | |
| Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate | |
| This is what we learn in the streets, a degree | |
| Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see | |
| stic | |
| It' s like watching your own father smoke crack | |
| I have nightmares on shit like that | |
| No way in hell i' ll ever get like that | |
| I seen a lot of shit in twentytwo years | |
| It' s like a tour of duty | |
| My life is boobytrapped, it' s hard to see the beauty | |
| When your heart is turning ice cold | |
| Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds | |
| My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin | |
| I listen close to what she sayin | |
| When she speak of jesus i ignore it | |
| But when it' s practical i' m all for it | |
| You got to think like a soldier | |
| I' m training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters | |
| Discipline keep the mind focused | |
| This whole world is a corn field son | |
| Look out for flying locusts | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Don' t let ' em get in your head, they try to probe you | |
| Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you | |
| And through you, control your whole crew | |
| It' s psychology boy, now what the that make you wanna do? | |
| m1 | |
| You can' t walk the streets with no state of mind | |
| Blind to the ways of mankind | |
| And if you know the time, give me a sign | |
| Tell me where we draw the line | |
| I got your back if you got mine | |
| My enemy' s enemy is my man | |
| One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand | |
| My comrades stand on lands stolen | |
| Every tooth a golden opportunity | |
| Who holdin my community hostage? | |
| 10 ransom, costing us time we lost and some | |
| This is how the plan runs | |
| Thinkin with a fugitive brain | |
| What we do to live is insane | |
| Holdin the weed, healing my membranes | |
| Just like crack, you know it all boils down | |
| To the dollarsandcents of it | |
| Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms | |
| Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose | |
| When will they learn? | |
| Psychology | |
| stic | |
| We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls | |
| No respect for their laws | |
| I cut your face with a kitchen knife | |
| In gladiator times, man against machinery | |
| The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy | |
| Life is a series of serious choices | |
| Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces | |
| Various courses of life can lead to failure | |
| Too much of anything is a trap | |
| My mind snap | |
| Guerilla warfare for two grand | |
| They say karate means ' empty hands' | |
| So then it' s perfect for the poor man... | |
| They say karate means ' empty hands' | |
| So then it' s perfect for the poor man | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Bridge | |
| m1 | |
| When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols | |
| And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals | |
| The mind is like a jewel son | |
| Only a fool wouldn' t grasp it | |
| Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted | |
| When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols | |
| And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals | |
| The mind is like a jewel son | |
| Only a fool wouldn' t grasp it | |
| Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted | |
| " free your mind, and the rest will follow | |
| Seize the time, noone is promised tomorrow" | |
| Repeat until fade |
| Intro: | |
| " i was born, in a dump | |
| My mama died and my father got drunk | |
| They left me, to die or grow | |
| In the middle of tobacco road | |
| I grew up in a rusty shack | |
| All i owned was hangin on my back | |
| And lord knows, how i learnt | |
| This place called tobacco road | |
| Tobacco road, you' re dirty and you' re filthy | |
| Tobacco road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane | |
| I' m gonna blow it up, lord knows gonna start all over again" | |
| " my mind is the place where i make my plans | |
| The world is the place where i take my stand | |
| The beauty of life is mine today | |
| They cannot take my mind away" | |
| m1 | |
| what you heard, i' m from africa | |
| This ain' t no act it' s mathematical | |
| Past the black radical | |
| I choose the m1, because it' s practical | |
| Nothin was changed, we ain' t protected | |
| No names, it' s all factual | |
| They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate | |
| Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate | |
| This is what we learn in the streets, a degree | |
| Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see | |
| stic | |
| It' s like watching your own father smoke crack | |
| I have nightmares on shit like that | |
| No way in hell i' ll ever get like that | |
| I seen a lot of shit in twentytwo years | |
| It' s like a tour of duty | |
| My life is boobytrapped, it' s hard to see the beauty | |
| When your heart is turning ice cold | |
| Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds | |
| My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin | |
| I listen close to what she sayin | |
| When she speak of jesus i ignore it | |
| But when it' s practical i' m all for it | |
| You got to think like a soldier | |
| I' m training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters | |
| Discipline keep the mind focused | |
| This whole world is a corn field son | |
| Look out for flying locusts | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Don' t let ' em get in your head, they try to probe you | |
| Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you | |
| And through you, control your whole crew | |
| It' s psychology boy, now what the that make you wanna do? | |
| m1 | |
| You can' t walk the streets with no state of mind | |
| Blind to the ways of mankind | |
| And if you know the time, give me a sign | |
| Tell me where we draw the line | |
| I got your back if you got mine | |
| My enemy' s enemy is my man | |
| One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand | |
| My comrades stand on lands stolen | |
| Every tooth a golden opportunity | |
| Who holdin my community hostage? | |
| 10 ransom, costing us time we lost and some | |
| This is how the plan runs | |
| Thinkin with a fugitive brain | |
| What we do to live is insane | |
| Holdin the weed, healing my membranes | |
| Just like crack, you know it all boils down | |
| To the dollarsandcents of it | |
| Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms | |
| Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose | |
| When will they learn? | |
| Psychology | |
| stic | |
| We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls | |
| No respect for their laws | |
| I cut your face with a kitchen knife | |
| In gladiator times, man against machinery | |
| The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy | |
| Life is a series of serious choices | |
| Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces | |
| Various courses of life can lead to failure | |
| Too much of anything is a trap | |
| My mind snap | |
| Guerilla warfare for two grand | |
| They say karate means ' empty hands' | |
| So then it' s perfect for the poor man... | |
| They say karate means ' empty hands' | |
| So then it' s perfect for the poor man | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Bridge | |
| m1 | |
| When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols | |
| And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals | |
| The mind is like a jewel son | |
| Only a fool wouldn' t grasp it | |
| Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted | |
| When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols | |
| And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals | |
| The mind is like a jewel son | |
| Only a fool wouldn' t grasp it | |
| Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted | |
| " free your mind, and the rest will follow | |
| Seize the time, noone is promised tomorrow" | |
| Repeat until fade |
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