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"We hold these truths to be self evident |
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That all men are created equal |
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And endowed by their creator |
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With certain inalienable rights |
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And when these rights are destroyed over long periods of time |
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It is your duutyy to destroy, demolish its venom" |
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[Applause] |
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[Verse 1: Jeru] |
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War, my skills is this spelled backwards |
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I perform for the white kids but do this for the black kids |
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To get this ill takes practice I'm takin' over |
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The industry with ghetto verbal and tactics |
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Hard times build muscle like lactic acid |
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Some entertainers losin' they minds |
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Makin' porns pissin' on kids |
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The streets is ill save the theatrics |
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I still treat a bitch like a bitch |
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While y'all niggaz is doin' backflips |
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I can't trip I guess it's part of the game |
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Like Ja-Rule bitin' my name |
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Like MJ glowin' up in flames |
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Like chickens suckin' dick for fame |
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As things change I remain the same |
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Tryin' to keep sane |
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While many strugglin' to maintain |
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The stress of ghetto livin' can bust ya brain |
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It seems the road is paved with less joy than pain |
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I wanna regress but I refrain |
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If I don't I rage war |
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Right here in the streets of New York |
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Some talk the talk, but don't walk the walk |
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Like Muslems at the corner store sellin' pork |
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My little brother still outlined in chalk |
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They went from forties to the champagne court |
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Videos and true lies makin' all the birds squalk |
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Little girls butt naked so the president's stalk |
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My man say he was god holdin' the devil's pitchfork |
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That's why I'm throwin' rhymes like Geronimo's tomahawk |
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[Verse 2: Jeru] |
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War, many shout it but don't wanna see it |
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I stay low and lay boobytraps like the cong in Viet..nam |
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Loud talkin' and stares can't do me harm |
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Know some niggaz wanna stop it I'm still droppin' the bomb |
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Shit is death like Tennessaucee ring the alarm (ring the alarm) |
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It's still a mystery to you like the 82nd psalm |
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Some fight 'til the end some sell out like Uncle Tom |
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So much contempt others that's flow with they jelly like napalm |
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War, is more than hand to hand and firearms |
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It's only won when the mind is calm |
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So I study Sun-Tzu and stopped smokin' chron' |
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In my left hand riches, long life in my right palm |
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[Fragment of a movie] |
