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Watch me flip and rip on the freedom tip |
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Open your mind, see the point of the ice pick |
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I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl |
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Black power, it's in effect you all, but you don't understand |
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You're still a slave to the man, prepare for revolution |
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Some sucker say we're free, |
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I gotta disagree |
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Half my posse's in the penitentiary |
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So, I'm a drop and kick the science with defiance |
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Because, I have no alliance with suckas who choose |
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Not to act black, when they are black |
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Get out my face with that, you better ease back |
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Because Mandela did twenty seven hard ones |
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Not in a windowed room, but in a barred one |
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While his wife had tears in her eyes |
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The man is a hero, he needs a |
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Nobel prize |
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But that will never happen |
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So I'm gonna keep rappin', freein' my brothers' minds |
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From their entrapment |
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To silence the ice, they'll probably put a bullet in me |
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But I'm prepared to die and |
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Mandela's free |
