Тональность: F major•
Verse 1
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I'm slidin', squattin',
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In the land, black man,
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y 'ass is swing -lowin'
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Jezebel to my left in a chariot or a vessel
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To unlearn, that's a vehicle
And when you see me,
I'm spittin' what's rotten
Grippin' hoes' throats and smilin'
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Cause the en d's approachin'
If you was in
L .O. or
Rutts, whether
God got ya
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but still fulfill the scripture
Get the picture,
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rollin' to the hills with a dark skinned one
Reek of speak, but then what?
Happen to descend on the situation
Was a booger,
he must've pulled from a bigger stash
At the bus stop,
should've pit -stopped or smashed
And act like I didn't see
him standing there waving
Asked my brother,
I can't leave him hanging like he wouldn't
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And playing just like a step -cutting
I pulled over the boogers,
he need a ride to
Tenduce
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But my gas tank is booger -proof
To
Brother
Nick, I can't mix all in my mix
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But gave a blessing to my
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tank with a donation
And fired up some dank and say thank you
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Bent the block and got
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stopped by them folk food
He wanna seize me, release me,
least the police was a brother
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He acted jack like action
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Jackson with a horse,
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of course a jockey
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rookie booked me like a bookie
But he don't run a show I know,
so watch me flee
And I said, bravin' on,
here's your slavin'
ID card, punk
And then he gave me the list of
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prejudice lies against me
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Cup me, handle me rough,
see I'll be the lackin'
Stackin' the mail up,
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grinnin' in his heaven
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But brotherhood livin' in hell
And can't tell,
cause we sleepwalkin', talkin'
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But some be soft rockin', side shufflin',
lucky he let me walk up till he go
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Now let me hop the copter,
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book a brother out my nose
Here's a bus ticket,
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Nick's so split, so I can spit the gift at
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Kizzy and get busy
But then baby girlfriend drove
up too deep and
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Nick's a man, messed up all my plans
Damn, as they drove off in a tow truck,
pooped up like doing a dance
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All these boogers in my program
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Em
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Em
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Em
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This country
was founded by stealing the land from the
Indians
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And then the white men made the
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Africans work for years and years
I know many tears fell from
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African that was made a slave
Uh -oh, sometimes we'll say things change,
but ain't nothing change
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As long as capitalism remain,
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it will be the same
So they call for organized
revolution
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Trump and say the solution is funky
Put an awful time in the
White
House
I'll power to the people,
I don't give a fuck about
Jeff
C.
Jackson, cause he ain't for
my people's freedom
Or a
Jesse
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Worthy veteran, cause I got a gun
I'm not
Asiatic, I'm not an
Afro -American
I know four facts,
if you're black you're an
African
It's our time once again to raise our fists
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The demand for black power still
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exists throughout the world
Africans are getting oppressed,
I ain't taking this shit,
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black folks got a motherfucking problem
How could you count on the white
folks that cause the problem
We need to be free, I'm a revolutionary,
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I'ma get my freedom by any
means necessary
We already got a solution,
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organize black folks for a revolution
Kill a motherfucker that's oppressing us,
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no more pigs in our community arresting us
The revolution of the 60s needs to be completed,
black people united, we'll never be defeated
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All power to the people,
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black power to the
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B
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African community
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So motherfuckin' what,
niggas die every day and they rock
Cause death ain't for gods,
they most applying mass
The son put to death by the father,
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What don't kill you make you stronger,
mold a soldier
Like I told ya, we're for god and the shit
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The police to the slave master,
then the devil
left
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Loops to rule for six, all in my mix
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Niggas caught up in a crucifix, aw shit
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Am either non -answered,
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don't even slip, I got your slack
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These black niggas that come
up abducted
When they find your remains,
they're fried
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The police dug up my backyard
Toa, I seen the likes that
you never heard of
Witness death every day
from in the mind of murder
But all them scenes of death
failed to tangle
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Shabazz nigga, I'm a real hell's angel
And when the gods are woke, in the belly
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Die nigga, die, or burn like I told you
And fools that won't submit,
fool, you'll never make it
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And put your gat out front, nigga
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Watch a god take it
Yeah
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And fuck all the paranoid
geeks and fairies
Peek out your window, by all means
Cause it's necessary
Some old suckers said fuck a gorilla
But I caught him
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Where you want your bullet at nig ga?
And take the muggin' like a man
Like you say it was
Mackin'
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God don't operate off emotion
It's mathematics
Niggas gon' die is a sacrifice
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And the children escape first
Use your brain, fool,
a nigga's already dead
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With three strugs above his neck
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Watch me resurrect his ass,
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become a god of the universe
Em
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Send the blessed, bless black,
cause it's just us
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Crush your motherfuckin' devils,
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niggas and nigga bitches
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you're still raped for your riches
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You're a negro in a skull that been there
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Unlearned, ex posed to cults,
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covered in her own hair
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And fuck with that,
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I raised dead of those that died
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And once I resurrect a nigga,
can't be either
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City life, motherfuckers smokin',
this is not a game
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Show ain't a motherfuckin' joke
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Hoe shakin' hips for false jack shit
Mr.
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Jack'll make your ass beg for peace
For y 'all that don't know, for us the
Jack means don't
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And even more specific, rock on
City life, we'll all play a scheme
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Swift with the tongue,
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quick to sell a dream
Layin' wood at
Caddy's
Row, niggas caped to go
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Bitches sell they soul, and now they own
By the devil, a gangster in the ghetto
Sellin' fast tickets one way to hell
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And that's a fact, livin' under
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Oh my, I hope you ain't black
Cause brothers gettin' dusted,
police ain't trustin'
Keep an innocent guinea pig as a suspect
City life, when fools fuck jailbait
And when they caught,
they known as a rape
Artists, plucking young
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cherries like guitarists
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An everyday swing ain't
nothing but a pun
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Pop pop, goes a gunshot on the block
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The next is the sound of a
bomb being dropped
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Wait a minute, shit, startin' is a ride
Creepin' real slow, niggas fixed to die
I'm tired,
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I was prophesied for the last day
Looks like the goddamn
city's enraged
Boulevards, avenues, big city blocks
All blocked off by the
motherfuckin' cops
Damn, the sound of the
government tanks
Stormin' through the city,
postin' up in ranks
What's goin' down
with the city?
Somethin' ain't right
Shittin'
Sheldon
Smith
Goddamn!
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