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Ridenhour - shocklee - sadler |
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With vice i hold the mike device |
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With force i keep it away of course |
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And i'm keepin' you from sleepin' |
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And on stage i rage |
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And i'm rollin' |
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To the poor i pour in on in metaphors |
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Not bluffin', it's nothin' |
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That we ain't did before |
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We played you stayed |
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The points made |
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You consider it done |
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By the prophets of rage |
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(power of the people say) |
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I roll with the punches so i survive |
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Try to rock 'cause it keeps the crowd alive |
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I'm not ballin', i'm just callin' |
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But i'm past the days of yes y'allin' |
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Wa wiggle round and round |
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I pump, you jump up |
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Hear my words my verbs |
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And get juiced up |
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I been around a while |
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You can descibe my sound |
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Clear the way |
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For the prophets of rage |
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(power of the people say) |
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I rang ya bell |
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Can you tell i got feelin' |
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Just peace at least |
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Cause i want it |
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Want it so bad |
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That i'm starvin' |
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I'm like garvey |
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So you can see b |
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It's like that, i'm like nat |
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Leave me the hell alone |
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If you don't think i'm a brother |
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Then check the chromosomes |
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Then check the stage |
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I declare it a new age |
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Get down for the prophets of rage |
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Keep you from gettin' like this |
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You back the track |
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You find we're the quotable |
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You emulate |
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Brothers, sisters thats beautiful |
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Follow a path |
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Of positivity you go |
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Some sing it or rap it |
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Or harmonize it through go-go |
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Little you know but very |
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Seldom i do party jams |
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About a plan |
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I'm considered the man |
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I'm the recordable |
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But god made it affordable |
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I say it, you play it |
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Back in your car or even portable |
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Stereo |
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Describes my scenario |
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Left or right, black or white |
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They tell lies in the books |
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That you're readin' |
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It's knowledge of yourself |
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That you're needin' |
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Like vescey or prosser |
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We have a reason why |
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To debate the hate |
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That's why we're born to die |
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Mandela, cell dweller, thatcher |
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You can tell her clear the way for the prophets of rage |
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(power of the people you say) |
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It's raw and keepin' you on the floor |
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Its soul and keepin' you in control |
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It's pt. 2 cause i'm |
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Pumpin' what you're used to |
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Until the whole juice crew |
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Gets me in my goose down |
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I do the rebel yell |
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And i'm the duracell |
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Call it plain insane |
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Brothers causein' me pain |
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When a brothers a victim |
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And the sellers a dweller in a cage |
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Yo, run the a capella |
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(power of the people say) |