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[ Melle Mel ] |
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Beat Street Breakdown, rrrrhaa! |
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Beat Street, the king of the beat |
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You see him rockin' that beat from across the street |
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And huh-huh, Beat Street is a lesson, too |
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Because ah, you can't let the streets beat you |
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Uh! |
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Well, a picture can express a thousand words |
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To describe all the beauty of life you give |
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And if the world was yours to do over |
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I know you'd paint a better place to live |
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Where the colors would swirl |
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And the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony |
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And where murals stand on walls so grand |
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As far as the eyes are able to see, ha |
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I never knew art till I saw your face |
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And there'll never be one to take your place |
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'Cause each and every time you touch a spraypaint can |
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Michaelangelo's soul controls your hands |
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Then serenades of blue and red |
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And the beauty of the rainbow fills your head |
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Crescendo colors playin' tunes |
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Man why oh why you'd have to die so soon? |
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
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Where the good die young is all thy must |
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'Cause as life must live death must die |
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And the tears shall fall from the living eye |
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Huh, teardrops fall for the state of mind |
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Of the beautiful lady that you left behind |
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In love and alone, but now you're dead |
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And she still can't get you out of her head, huh |
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More tears fall for all you've done |
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Tried to be a good father to your only son |
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But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed |
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Put a shirt on his back and a roof over head? |
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Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream |
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Of the beautiful cities and the islands and streams |
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When your works of art brought into being |
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All that the ghetto stopped you from seeing |
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Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the street |
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Abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete |
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The ladies on the corner are sellin' that body |
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And everybody wants a part in that party |
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I'm hangin' out tough rockin' late at night |
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Runnin wild in the town of the neon lights |
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You either play some ball or stand in the hall |
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Huh, you gotta make somethin' out of nothin' at all |
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I'm sittin' in the classroom learnin' the rules |
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And it says you can't do graffiti in school |
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That can't be wrong in the hallowed hall |
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So my notebook turned into a big wall |
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The heart of a lion and the courage of three |
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And the mind of a man much wiser than me |
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You're the soul of the brother who won't come back |
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Who died in my arms on the railroad track |
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'Cause I'm caught in a rat race lookin' for my own space |
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It gotta be a better place for you and me |
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There's pie in the sky and a eye for a eye |
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Some people gotta die just to be free |
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You search for justice and what do you find? |
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You find just us on the unemployment line |
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You find just us sweatin' from dawn to dusk |
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There's no justice, it's, huh, just us |
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Still life urban masterpiece |
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Your trademark was written on trains and walls |
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A million dollar gift only God released |
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Huh, and yet you got killed for nothin' at all |
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So after this there'll be no more hard time |
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No more bad times and no more pain |
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No more chump change, none of that bull |
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Just movies, museums and the hall of fame |
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So all you hip-hops, get on up |
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And let's take it to the top where we belong |
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Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here |
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Everybody let's sing along, now come on |
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And say hooo (Hooo) |
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Say hooo (Hooo) |
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And to let me know I'm rockin' the microphone |
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Everybody say Ramon (Ramon) |
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Ramon (Ramon) |
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Rrrrhaa! |
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A newspaper burns in the sand |
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And the headlines say 'Man Destroys Man' |
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Extra extra, read all the bad news |
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On the war for peace that everybody would lose |
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The rise and fall, the last great empire |
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The sound of the whole world caught on fire |
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The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble |
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The game that left the whole world in shambles |
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The cheats, the lies, the alibies |
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And the foolish attempts to conquer the sky |
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Lost in space, and what is it worth? |
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Huh, the President just forgot about Earth |
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Spendin' multi-billions and maybe even trillions |
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The cost of weapons ran in the zillions |
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There's gold in the street and there's diamond under feet |
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And the children in Africa don't even eat |
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Flies on their faces, they're livin' like mice |
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And their houses even make the ghetto look nice |
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Huh, the water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny |
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And they work all month and don't make no money |
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A fight for power, a nuclear shower |
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A people shout out in the darkest hour |
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Sights unseen and voices unheard |
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And finally the bomb gets the last word |
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Christians killed Muslims and Germans killed Jews |
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And everybody's bodies are used and abused |
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Huh, minds are poisoned and souls are polluted |
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Superiority complex is deep rooted |
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Leeches and lices, and people got prices |
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Egomaniacs control the self-righteous |
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Nothin' is sacred and nothin' is pure |
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So the revelation of death is our cure |
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Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan |
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Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini, and Begin |
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Genghis Khan and the Shah of Iran |
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Men spill the blood of the weaker man |
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The peoples in terror, the leaders made a error |
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And now they can't even look in the mirror |
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'Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher |
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And that's the reason why we got to get tougher |
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So learn from the past and work for the future |
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And don't be a slave to no computer |
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'Cause the children of Man inherit the land |
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And the future of the world is in your hands |
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So just throw your hands in the air |
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And wave em like you just don't care |
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And if you believe that you're the future |
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Scream it out and say oh yeah (Oh yeah) |
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Oh yeah (Oh yeah) |
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Rrrrhaa! |
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Beat Street Breakdown, rrrrhaa! |