(Tradegy the Intelligent Hoodlum) When I made arrest the president, America ate me Spoke the truth that the gov't hates me They labeled me a prejudice poet I'm speaking the truth as I know it I hold on but it's hard for me to handle Too much lies, corruption and scandal Cops want to kill a brother or two Who do you call when the gang wears blue I ain't going out like an Uncle Tom man My gun is loaded and I'm itching to pull the trigger I'm marking for death as a funky rhyme sayer Corruption flows from the cops to the mayor Mali troops will run through your resident In my hand will be the head of your president All you fess that made a check to throwdown Will rise up for a political showdown
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(King Tee) Yo, King Tee stepping in on a dark tip Open your eyes and your mind and get a grip Of the ropes and chains that kept us Since we were black they didn't want to except us But it's ok, I got my own plan 'Cause yo, I ain't down wit your program The natives cook, wash and clean And to the rubbers that throw in the scene M-A-N-D-E-L-A Now you got a chance to hear what he say Since they kept him locked up for so long 'Cause his skin was black and his mind was strong But we need to all stand together though And let the red, black and green show Become aware of yourself before it gets too late Another message from King Tee the great
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(Grand Puba) Yo bust it Hung wit the flip, got a ?dooby? wig Now she thinks she's all that shit, her man got zits Hon living lovely, Miss Gouchi Even got a Benz when she drives around wit all her friends Ugn, miss quick fast in a heedy Speedy, speedy, speedy, the bitch is greedy Spend so fast, she got caught wit 4 kids And the man caught a nice thick bitch Now the bitch is on skid Screaming how she hates her kids The move for the bitch is a thing quick and easy Think slick, she better get wit the wick 'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style You tried to run the race but you lost by a mile See it everyday, it's the same old sorry song How long must this go on
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(Def Jef) Power now or never, together forever And ever, sever make it endever To enlight your brother when I recommend to extend a hand Expand it then wish strength to fend Black women and men from the white power structure They stucked ya in, stoled your culture and fuked ya And you gave birth to a nation You freelabel laid America's economic foundation Blood, sweat and tears and fear for years But now here was a peer to give you shift in the gears The turn of the tables, knowledge and ables Us to escape the sterotype wit the labels And years of classroom fables, fiction Fallacies all sorts and fabrications ?For sarge? even fuss Star Spangled story, stigma and stunts
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(Chubb Rock) I know this 11 year old kid named Jeffery Cowen And knowing his father slowing And his mother is hoeing And now should he be growing He's too young to be sewing he should just chill and be flowing I know he was being malested and sold And his mom for being infected Never check it, so I invested My time and made sure little bro was looked at Pops got evicted, not a smack Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless? The bum got done by the one And little Jeffery, no more tears left and drip Mixed wit seaman on his lip, emotional trip It confuses and bent ill thoughts In the soul of the youngster Is daddy a monster That raw creates lip songs and heartache pain Drys and open your eyes for the insane
