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Nappy Heads
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[Wyclef]
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Why am I trapped in a cage? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Barber can I get a fade? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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I grab the mic in a RAGE...
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You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
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"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?" (+The Five Heartbeats+)
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Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song
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Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
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And I say to myself, WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD
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But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a farm?
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The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
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Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
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Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?
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Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-
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-you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks
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Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill
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Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil
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Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor
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Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-three
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when I used to rock my Pumas
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Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin
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One out of ten, I'm passin the mic next time I'll get WICKED
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Heard the man who went before, got intimated
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You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated
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You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin
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Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin pure death
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I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off
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a-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth
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(THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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I coulda sworn I had an A (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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I grab the mic in a RAGE...
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[Pras]
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You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper
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Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopper
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You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya
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I be the followin that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah
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When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops
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Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter
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Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka
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Any old style, I throw it in a locker
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[Lauryn Hill]
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Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka
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Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker
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My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka
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I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca
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[Pras]
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You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose
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Your style remind of yesterday, old news
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Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain
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or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock
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It's not for capital gain
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So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain
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Bustin nuts, bustin style
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Gettin buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child
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Comin on the mic, from a higher level
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Broke is no joke/choke the hell out of the devil
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[Wyclef]
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(THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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What about Martin? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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What about Malcolm? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Rosa Parks? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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You hung a man after dark (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Cease the violence! (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?
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Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread
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But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused
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Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it
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Can't get too deep, cause some sleep while I wake
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in a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes
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Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple:
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It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle
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than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle
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and walk away, with the title when I get, brutal
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Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential
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Don't even flinch, the other becomin spiritual
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There's six million ways to die but choose four
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cause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be HARDCORE!
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[Lauryn Hill]
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When ? checks that means pump your fist
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Remember Moses people, this is Exodus
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Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis
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Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness
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The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb
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We droppin the bass drum, then we ??
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You can't kill the battle with a ?? .. feeling Joshua
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So march to St. Lawrence
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Yo march I got your back, march!
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[Wyclef]
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Crown Heights (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Cease the violence (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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A moment of silence (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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for those who died (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Public Enemy (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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number one (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Fredric Douglass (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Harriet Tubman (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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?? (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Bob Marley (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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Prazwell (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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To my man Khalid (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
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[Lauryn Hill]
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Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads
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Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads
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The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah
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and keep your heads nappy
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Nappy Heads
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