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I would like to throw "Rock Box" in the start of this one |
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Here we go again |
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"What's it all about?" |
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"What's it all about?" |
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"What's it all about?" |
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"What's it all about?" |
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Livin in the city, the crack the mack and all that |
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Easy does it, is it was it |
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The black or white that Friday night |
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In those racist places, let's get it right |
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Ah to the maximum, and keep askin 'um |
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When the city gonna fix where the BLACKS are from |
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And every day around the way another one got |
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Bucked in his head, from a gunshot |
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No chance in advance for the ambulance |
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Cause he was just another victim of the circumstance |
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A brother died, the mother cried, it was a pity |
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But that's how it goes down when you're livin in the city |
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"What's it all about?" |
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"What's it all about?" |
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Just a hard rock, call him a hard rock |
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In the metropolis there's no stoppin this |
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Can't agree with society poppin this |
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Disagree with the plea when they coppin it |
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Some men pretend the end will come soon |
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They gather what they can and them boom |
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You played yourself, you made your wealth |
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The deal was dealt - now your health is in question |
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Three card Molly, hoodlums, who are we? |
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Pollution, prostitution, In God we |
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- Need a solution, revolution, substitution |
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For the thing's that we're abusing |
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Pity the city, for the people livin out on the streets |
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Yo we homeless, the homeless need to eat |
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There's no progress for the rest |
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God bless for less |
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"What's it all about?" |
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"What's it all about?" |
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What it is? |
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What's it all about? |
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Whassup G? |
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What it be? |
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How you livin homeless probably |
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Mandela's free |
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And they're rollin with D |
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In history you cannot see em like they cannot see me |
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The Berlin Wall |
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It all had to fall |
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They said no but |
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"Yo, Yes y'all!" |
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The people that spoke were never provoked |
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And now it's tumblin down |
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Freedom of speech for each |
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Now how that sound? |
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Try to stop me from sayin what I want to say |
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My funky rhyme I never quit until the break of day |
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Now here we go, as I flow and show and kick |
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Infor-mation, teach and ? reach inside the nation |
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And be a seer cause I'm reason with Run |
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And now that the point is out |
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Let the jam slam my man and tell me |
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What's it all about? |
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"What's it all about?" |
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"What's it all about?" |
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I flex my muscle, what I must do |
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Is bumrush you, ************* you, I'll crush you |
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The Ku Klux Klan is ************* up |
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And every good man'll understand |
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Beginnin and winnin, from the first ************* vocal |
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I spoke to you, I ain't no joke to you |
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I do what I want to do |
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If you don't like what me and my crew is doin then ************* you |
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What I do and what I done with Jay and Run |
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None could ever become, to sum it up bum |
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Get off my ************* and out my kingdom |
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Yo, yo D tell em where you're from |
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Straight from Hollis, Queens |
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I'm still eatin collard greens and I'm doin the same things |
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I ain't never goin out suckers |
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Punk mother******s |
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What's it all about? |
