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D M C"Here wego againWhat's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?Livin' in the city, the crack the mack and all thatEasy does it, is it was itThe black or white that Friday nightIn those racist places, let's get it rightAh to the maximum, and keep askin' 'umWhen the city gonna fix where the blacks are fromAnd every day around the way another one gotBucked in his head, from a gunshotNo chance in advance for the ambulance'Cause he was just another victim of the circumstanceA brother died, the mother cried, it was a pityBut that's how it goes down when you're livin' in the cityWhat's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?Just a hard rock, call him a hard rockIn the metropolis there's no stoppin' thisCan't agree with society poppin' thisDisagree with the plea when they coppin' itSome men pretend the end will come soonThey gather what they can and them boomYou played yourself, you made your wealthThe deal was dealt, now your health is in questionThree Card Molly, hoodlums, who are we?Pollution, prostitution, 'In God We'Need a solution, revolution, substitutionFor the thing's that we're abusingPity the city, for the people livin' out on the streetsYo we homeless, the homeless need to eatThere's no progress for the restGod bless for lessWhat's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?What it is? What's it all about? Whassup G? What it be?How you livin' homeless probablyMandela's free and they're rollin' with DIn history you cannot see 'em like they cannot see meThe Berlin Wall, it all had to fall, they said no but" |
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Yo", "Yes y'all", the people that spoke were never provokedAnd now it's tumblin' down, freedom of speech for eachNow how that sound?Try to stop me from sayin' what I want to sayMy funky rhyme I never quit until the break of dayNow here we go as I flow and show and kickInformation, teach and blessing reach inside the nationAnd be a seer 'cause I'm reason with runAnd now that the point is outLet the jam slam my man and tell meWhat's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?I flex my muscle, what I must doIs bum rush you, fuck you I'll crush youThe Ku Klux Klan is fucked upAnd every good man'll understandBeginnin' and winnin', from the first fuckin' vocalI spoke to you, I ain't no joke to youI do what I want to doIf you don't like what me and my crew is doin' then fuck youWhat I do and what I done with Jay and RunNone could ever become, to sum it up bumGet off my dick and out my kingdomYo yo D tell 'em where you're fromStraight from Hollis, QueensI'm still eatin' collard greens and I'm doin' the same thingsI ain't never goin' out suckers, punk motherfuckersWhat's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?What's it all about?... |
