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Intro:
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This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters
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Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem
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I'm about to give you a dose of reality
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Real deal
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{Jeru The Damaja}
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Nowaways, records are played and superstars are made
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Still mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get payed
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As a result, bullets are sprayed and their sons are laid
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It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade
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Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men
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Growing up in the hood, young black and supahuman
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Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
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Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
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For props, boos-hoot pop, another brother drops
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He barely knew his pops,
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now his little seed will barely know his pops
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Tunnel vision like a cyclops
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I give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedrops
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My niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you got
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Cuz until we reach the top, can't stop and won't stop
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Chorus 2X:
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Can you feel?
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The presha, the the the presha
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Hand over
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The presha, the the the presha
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{Jeru The Damaja}
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Journalists write articles cuz they can't write rhymes
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Ever since I was a youth I dealt in crime
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Now I'm trying to reach the youth, to preserve what's left
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There's a fork in the road, choose life or death
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There's too much stress, too many bullets for your vest
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Temptress, suck ya best, exotic strains of syphillis
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The rest, rest in the Earth, only the best progress
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It's you who think I see commercial success
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Warning, this shit is real, this is not a test
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And what I express worth more than a Lexus
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Serve it like baby food, still hard to digest
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Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protest
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Chorus 2X
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{Jeru The Damaja}
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Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot for food
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So he do what he got to do
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Keep it real, I don't playa hate ya
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God my divine nature,
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sent at this time to stabilize the structure
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We should all live like wise kings,
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now sing praise to the gutter
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The blazed double X, concelead like a box cutter
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Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one another
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Word, to the mother land, kill the other man
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Lord of the concrete jungle, and Tarzan was a black man
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Swingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco system
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And since there's no more niggas in the ghetto, here I am
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Chorus 4X
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(you got to deal with*instead of hand over)
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Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters...
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Presha
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Jeru the Damaja |