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[Intro: Chuck D (& Flavor Flav)] |
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(Confusion) |
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Here come the drums, music |
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Alright, alright, yeah, yeah |
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Alright, alright |
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Here come the drums, music |
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Alright, alright, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Alright, alright |
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[Chuck D] |
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Bass in your face, not an eight track |
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Gettin' it good to the wood |
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So the people give you some of that reactin' to the facts |
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That I kick and it stick and it stay around |
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Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddah down |
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Goin, goin, deep to the roots |
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Ain't givin' it up, so turn me loose |
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But then again I got a story that's harder than the hardcore |
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Cost of the holocaust, I'm talkin' 'bout the one still goin' on |
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I know where I'm from, not dum diddie dum |
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From the base motherland, the place of the drum |
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Invaded by the wack diddie wack |
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And fooled the black, and left us faded |
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King and chief, probably had a big beef |
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Because of that now I grit my teeth |
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So here's a song to the strong |
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'Bout the shake of the snake and the smile went along |
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With that, can't truss it |
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[Break: Flavor Flav] |
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You can't truss it |
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Let them know --] Chuck D |
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You can't truss it |
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Yo, let them know --] Chuck D |
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You can't truss it |
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Let them know --] Chuck D |
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[Chuck D] |
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Kickin' wicked rhymes like a fortune teller |
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Cause the wickedness done by Jack |
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Where everybody at divided and sold |
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For liquor and the gold |
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Smacked in the back for the other man to mack |
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[Break: Flavor Flav] |
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What? |
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Wicked man, wicked man |
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Get back, step back, kick it man |
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[Chuck D] |
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Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory |
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Little Rock where they be dockin' this boat |
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No hope, I'm shackled, oh plus, gang tackled |
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By the other hand swingin' the rope "god damn" |
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Wearin' red, white and blue, Jack and his crew |
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The guy's authorized beat down for the brown |
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Man to the man, each one, so I teach one |
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Born to terrorize sisters and every brother |
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One love who said it, I know Whodini sang it |
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But the hater taught hate that's why we gang bang it |
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Beware of the hand when it's comin' from the left |
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I ain't trippin, just watch me step |
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Can't truss it |
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[Break: Flavor Flav] |
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Can't truss it |
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Yo, let them know --] Chuck D |
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Can't truss it |
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Yo, let them know --] Chuck D |
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Can't truss it |
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Yo, let them know --] Chuck D |
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Can't truss it, can't truss it |
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Can't truss it, can't truss it |
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Can't truss it, can't truss it |
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[Chuck D] |
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And I'll judge everyone, one by the one |
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Look here comes the judge, watch it here he come now |
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(Don't sentence me judge, I ain't did nothin' to nobody) |
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I can only guess what's happenin' |
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Years ago he woulda been the ship's captain |
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Gettin' me bruised on a cruise, what I got to lose |
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Lost all contact, got me layin' on my back |
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Ugh, rollin' in my own leftover |
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When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else |
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90 damn days on a slave ship |
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Count them fallin' off 1, 2, 3, 4 hundred at a time |
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Blood in the wood and it's mine |
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I'm chokin' on, spit, feelin' pain |
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Like my brain bein' chained |
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Still gotta give it what I got |
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But it's hot in the day, it's cold in the night |
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But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive |
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Attitude boils up inside |
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And that ain't it, you think I ever quit |
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Still I pray to get my hands around the neck of the man with the whip |
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3 months passed, they brand a label on my ass |
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To signify our owned, I'm on the microphone |
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Sayin' 1555, how I'm livin' |
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We been livin' here, livin' ain't the word, I been givin' |
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Haven't got, classify us in the have-nots |
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Fightin' haves cause it's all about money "damn" |
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When it comes to Armageddon mean I'm getting mine |
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Here I am turn it over Sam |
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427 to the year, do you understand |
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That's why it's hard for the black to love the land |
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[Chuck D] |
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Once again, bass in your face, not an eight track |
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Gettin' it good to the wood |
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So the people give you some of that reactin' to the facts |
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That I kick and it stick and it stay around |
|
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddah down |
|
Goin, goin, gettin' to the roots |
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Ain't givin' it up, so turn me loose |
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But then again I got a story that's harder than the hardcore |
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Cost of the holocaust, I'm talkin' 'bout the one still goin' on |
|
I know where I'm from, not dum diddie dum |
|
From the base motherland, the place of the drum |
|
Invaded by the wack diddie wack |
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And fooled the black, and left us faded |
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King and chief, probably had a big beef |
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Because of that now I grit my teeth |
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So here's a song to the strong |
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Bout the shake of the snake and the smile went along |
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With that, can't truss it |
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[Outro: Flavor Flav] |
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Can't truss it, can't truss it |
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You can't truss it, you can't truss it |
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You can't truss it, you can't truss it |
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You can't truss it, you can't truss it |
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You can't truss it, you can't truss it |
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Watch him, here he comes now ---] Chuck D |
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Watch him, here he comes now ---] Chuck D |