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Why am i trapped in a cage? (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Barber can i get a fade? (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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I grab the mic in a rage... |
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You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me |
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"you sure you wanna hang with old eddie kane?" (+the five heartbeats+) |
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Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song |
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Word is bond, you get wrong, i'll have you sing like louis armstrong |
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And i say to myself, what a wonderful world |
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But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a farm? |
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The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all |
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Don't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo doll |
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Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? |
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Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one- |
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-you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks |
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Out of hooterville land of the ill kill |
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Bellsburg viking so you know i'm top ranking phil |
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Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor |
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Cause i've been rockin ever since eighty-three |
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When i used to rock my pumas |
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Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin |
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One out of ten, i'm passin the mic next time i'll get wicked |
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Heard the man who went before, got intimated |
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You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated |
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You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin |
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Wyclef, no competition when i'm bringin pure death |
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I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off |
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A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth |
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(the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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I coulda sworn i had an a (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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I grab the mic in a rage... |
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[pras] |
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You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper |
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Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopper |
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You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya |
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I be the followin that chop ya down as i clock ya, hah |
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When i say five-oh, i mean fifty not guns or cops |
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Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter |
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Natural rhythm rock a mic i always rhyme i'm never drinkin vodka |
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Any old style, i throw it in a locker |
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[lauryn hill] |
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Well i'm a gucci rocker, i never drank no vodka |
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Me got no bag of cheeba cause i never had a knocker |
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My cousin's name was shaka, for short we called him 'aka |
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I flip it on wack mc's because to me they flow like caca |
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[pras] |
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You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose |
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Your style remind of yesterday, old news |
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Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain |
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Or bring the cane, tick-tock i come to pick your lock |
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It's not for capital gain |
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So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain |
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Bustin nuts, bustin style |
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Gettin buckwild some think i'm the descendant of a wilder child |
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Comin on the mic, from a higher level |
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Broke is no joke/choke the hell out of the devil |
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[wyclef] |
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(the nappy heads are comin out) |
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What about martin? (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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What about malcolm? (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Rosa parks? (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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You hung a man after dark (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Cease the violence! (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead? |
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Some said that it was jesus, they said he was a notty dread |
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But i don't mean to confuse a world that's confused |
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Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it |
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Can't get too deep, cause some sleep while i wake |
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In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes |
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Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple: |
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It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle |
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Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle |
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And walk away, with the title when i get, brutal |
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Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential |
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Don't even flinch, the other becomin spiritual |
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There's six million ways to die but choose four |
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Cause i can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore! |
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[lauryn hill] |
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When ? checks that means pump your fist |
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Remember moses people, this is exodus |
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Don't try to stop this, the force comes from genesis |
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Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness |
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The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb |
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We droppin the bass drum, then we ?? |
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You can't kill the battle with a ?? .. feeling joshua |
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So march to st. lawrence |
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Yo march i got your back, march! |
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[wyclef] |
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Crown heights (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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For those who died (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Public enemy (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Number one (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Fredric douglass (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Harriet tubman (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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?? (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Bob marley (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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To my man khalid (the nappy heads are comin out) |
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[lauryn hill] |
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Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads |
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Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads |
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The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah |
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And keep your heads nappy |
