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Chuck D:
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damn back again up on track again
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some of y'all black again it got dark
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on your mark get set
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out of sight out of mind
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hyprocites forget like marionettes
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strings in the back like nets
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the chosen one who can laugh themselves to death
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lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines
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battle for your mind
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like Israel and Palastine
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good news there is some hard ass times
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no more disses
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repeated hook lines and chorus'
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days of doris'
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got issues and wishes
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got the jam but gettin paid up off the misses
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ain't nothin wrong but wait fuck another love song
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it's the r&b strangler bringing nosie in the wranglers
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rock all the heads big times and alzheimers
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shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil
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now the pitch
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Lord save us from that sword of Davis
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that kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
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put my soul in it
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care less about the gold in it
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boom the shootie
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got 'em running from the paparazzi
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lodie dotie
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when the feds come and doom your party
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cracker in the back
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don't you know it's illuminati
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ain't nothing changed
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PE we be the same crew
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resurrection in the game here to save you
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Flava Flav:
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yo it's going down baby
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it's going down family
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that's my word
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we gettin ready to turn this shit to the two and three zeros
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ya know what I'm sayin
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have all the clocks goin backwards
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have everything goin haywire
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you lauged before let's see you laugh now blue cow
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how now black cow
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word to bird
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word to bird
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word to bird nigga
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Chuck D:
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one on one
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hard like tarot cards
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behold the one man million man march
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takes a nation
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400 year violation
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apocalyptic no power in this happy hour
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hazordus no you don't like lazarus
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just black baby
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where my soul be at
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star spelled backwards is rats
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let bra man rap
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I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats
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one step forward two steps back
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making habits claiming habitats
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ratta tat tat
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wish you could turn back the hands of time
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and get mental
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pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
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I'm the mouth that roared
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swore to the Lord
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the eye of hawk
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both live and die by the sword
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the forbidden
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the six man be sinning from the beginning
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the suckers hand be hidden
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intesne
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knocking your block with some sense
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PE got more jewels than dead presidents
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the devil try to get me cross like a crucifix
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but I am focused on the vultures
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like a loc of locusts
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new world order is goin down
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gettin round
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I'm the spook that sat by the sound
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fucking with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
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ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy
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Flava Flav:
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yeah that's right
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nine eight
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no joking
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we coming out smoking
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and for all y'all that's been sleeping on us
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you're lacking you're lacking
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aiyo check 1-2
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I've got my mand that's about to sneak up on you and your crew
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ya know what I'm saying
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check 1-2
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aiyo Masta Killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
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and show 'em you ain't done son
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ball 'em with the back of the gun son
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make 'em run son
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Masta Killa:
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sliding down broadway beneath the j line
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slumped in the incline position
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mind travellin beyond the shell
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which holds the soul controlled by the Allah
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I be most humble but also punishable
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for those who are unlawful to righteousness
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I strive to stay alive and live this
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many fell victim to the wisdom
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I mastered this
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the track ovulates the mic like prostate gland imperegnates
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onto the paper the pain pours
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for the love of my brother that hurts just the same
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fuck fame
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my gun I bust to maintain
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moods are insiduous
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baffels and eludes those who label the God being anti-social
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chose not to apply their third eye
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I travel at the speed of thought rate
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it's fatal
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what will enable a man to levitate
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Flava Flav:
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and you can take that and put that on the back of your brain
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coming straight to you from Masta Killa
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ain't nuttin iller
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I told you PE is still in full effect
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beyond the year 2000
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we ain't taking no shorts
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and y'all need to know that
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to make your head fat boy
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Resurrection
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Public Enemy f/ Masta Killa |