[Verse 1]
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Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder
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Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers
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Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower
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Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power
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Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
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Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock
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Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment
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Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments
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Working your whole life wondering where the day went
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The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship
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It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'
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And people coming home after corporate share croppin
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And fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children
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But gentrification is kicking them out of their building
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A generation of babies born without health care
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Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the welfare
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[Hook]
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Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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[Verse 2]
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It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown
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We live in distress and hang the flag upside down
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The sound of conservative politicians on television
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People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen
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They vote for us to go to war instantly
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But none of their kids serving the infantry
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The odds are stacked against us like a casino
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Think about it, most of the army is black and latino
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And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words
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You just another stupid mother fucker out on the curb
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Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways
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But you can't read history at an illiterate stage
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And you can't raise a family on minimum wage
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Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage
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I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent
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You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent
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But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn
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In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn
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I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future
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And if your in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya
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Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people
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Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal
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But I see through the mentality implanted in us
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And I educate my fam about who we should trust
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[Hook]
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Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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Harlem Streets
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Immortal Technique |