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Too black, too strong |
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Too black, too strong |
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Bass, how low can you go? |
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Death Row, what a brother knows |
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Once again, back is the incredible |
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The rhyme animal, the uncannible |
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D, Public Enemy, number one |
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Five O said, "Freeze" an' I got numb |
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Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun? |
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But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun |
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Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell |
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'Cause a brother like me said, "Well |
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Farrakhan's a prophet an' I think you ought to listen to |
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What he can say to you, what you ought to do" |
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Is follow for now, power of the people, say |
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"Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical" |
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Black is back, all in, we're gonna win |
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Check it out, yeah, y'all, here we go again |
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Turn it up, bring the noise |
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Turn it up, bring the noise |
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Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad |
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At the fact that's corrupt like a senator |
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Soul on roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope |
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'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope |
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Listen for lessons, I'm sayin' inside music |
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That the critics are blastin' me for |
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They'll never care for the brothers an' sisters |
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Now across the country has us up for the war |
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We got to demonstrate, come on now |
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They're gonna have to wait 'til we get it right |
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Radio stations, I question their blackness |
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They call themselves black, but we'll see if they'll play this |
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Turn it up, bring the noise |
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Turn it up, bring the noise |
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Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me |
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My DJ is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know |
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He can cut a record from side to side |
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So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide |
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Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll |
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Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man |
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Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know |
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You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too |
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Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you |
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Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono |
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Run-DMC first said a DJ could be a band |
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Stand on its feet, get you out your seat |
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Beat is for Eric B. an' LL, as well, hell |
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Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells |
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Ever forever, universal, it will sell |
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Time for me to exit, Terminator X it |
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Turn it up, bring the noise |
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Turn it up, bring the noise |
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From coast to coast, so you stop bein' like a comatose |
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Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boost toast |
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Rock with some pizzazz, it will last, why, you ask? |
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Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as |
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We got to plead the Fifth, you can investigate |
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Don't need to wait, get the record straight |
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Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator |
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X to sign checks, play to get paid |
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You got to check it out, down on the avenue |
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A magazine or two is dissin' me an' dissin' you |
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Yeah, I'm tellin' you |
