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Public Enemy |
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Fear Of A Black Planet |
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Welcome To The Terrordome |
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Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour |
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I got so much trouble on my mind |
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I refuse to lose |
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Here's your ticket |
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Hear the drummer get wicked |
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The crew to you to push the back to Black |
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Attack so I sat and japped |
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Then slapped the Mac(Intosh) |
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Now I'm ready to mike it |
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(You know I like it) huh |
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Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" |
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Never be a brother like to go solo |
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Lazer, anastasia, maze ya |
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Ways to blaze your brain and train ya |
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The way I'm livin', forgiven' |
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What I'm givin' up |
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X on the flex hit me now |
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I don't know about later |
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As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid |
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Man I've had it up to here |
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Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear |
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Rhetoric said |
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Read just a bit ago |
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Not quittin' though |
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Signed the hard rhymer |
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Work to keep from gettin' jerked |
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Changin' some ways |
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To way back in the better days |
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Raw metaphysically bold |
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Never followed a code |
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Still dropped a load |
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Never question what I am God knows |
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Cause it's comin' from the heart |
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What I got better get some |
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(Get on up) hustler of culture |
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Snakebitten |
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Been spit in the face |
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But the rhymes keep fittin' |
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Respects been givin' how's ya livin' |
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Now I can't protect a pad off defect |
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Check the record |
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An reckon an intentional wreck |
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Played off as some intellect |
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Made the call, took the fall |
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Broke the laws |
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Not my fault they're fallin' off |
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Known as fair square |
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Throughout my years |
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So I growl at the livin' foul |
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Black to the bone my home is your home |
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So welcome to the Terrordome |
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Subordinate terror |
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Kickin' off an era |
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Cold deliverin' pain |
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My 98 was 87 on a record yo |
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So now I go Bronco |
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Crucifixion ain't no fiction |
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So called chosen frozen |
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Apology made to who ever pleases |
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Still they got me like Jesus |
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I rather sing, bring, think reminisce |
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'Bout a brother while I'm in sync |
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Every brother ain't a brother cause a color |
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Just as well could be undercover |
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Backstabbed, grabbed a flag |
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From the back of the lab |
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Told a Rab get off the rag |
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Sad to say I got sold down the river |
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Still some quiver when I deliver |
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Never to say I never know or had a clue |
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Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard |
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Lies, scandalizin', basin' |
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Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan? |
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I rope a dope the evil with righteous |
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Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even |
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C'mon down |
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And welcome to the Terrordome. |
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Caught in the race against time |
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The pit and the pendulum |
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Check the rhythm and rhymes |
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While I'm bendin' 'em |
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Snakes blowin' up the lines of design |
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Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em |
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How to fight the power |
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Cannot run and hide |
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But it shouldn't be suicide |
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In a game a fool without the rules |
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Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize |
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Every brother ain't a brother |
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Cause a Black hand |
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Squeezed on Malcom X the man |
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The shootin' of Huey Newton |
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From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger |
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It's weak to speak and blame somebody else |
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When you destroy yourself |
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First nothing's worse than a mother's pain |
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Of a son slain in Bensonhurst |
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Can't wait for the state to decide the fate |
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So this jam I dedicate |
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Places with racist faces |
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Just an example of one of many cases |
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The Greek weekend speech I speak |
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From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach) |
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I don't smile in the line of fire |
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I go wildin' |
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But it's on bass and drums even violins |
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Watcha do gitcha head ready |
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Instead of gettin' physically sweaty |
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When I get mad |
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I put it down on a pad |
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Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin' |
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Fear of high rollin' |
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God bless your soul and keep livin' |
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Never allowed, kickin' it loud |
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Droppin' a bomb |
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Brain game intellectual Vietnam |
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Move as a team |
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Never move alone |
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But |
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Welcome to the Terrordome |
