[Guru]
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Yeah.. Guru, huh, The Roots
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Yeah, c'mon y'all uh, lift your fist
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Uhh, yeah, lift your fist c'mon
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(Uhh)
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[Chorus: Black Thought]
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To all my people, just lift your fist
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Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
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How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
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Either way you got to lift your fist; we get it down like this
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To all my people, ball up your first
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Seem like it ain't no peace, no justice
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How you want it, the bullet or the microchip?
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Either way you got to lift your fist
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[Black Thought]
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Yo, c'mon
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We livin life close to the edge, don't push
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But this ain't eighty-three and it's not the Cold Crush
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It's kids on the street strapped, huffin that kush(?)
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They eyein the next cat, livin all plush
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I guess frustration make a brother do what he must
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What's the combination that can make a human erupt
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Team leaders gettin mutinied up, who couldn't read
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the signs, thinkin the day and times is (??)
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[Guru]
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Indeed, we blast, refuse to kiss ass
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Quick fast, ready to mash cause of a bugged out past
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Swallow the pain, follow the mental terrain
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It takes a hell of a man, nowadays to maintain
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Garments bloodstained, face bruised and battered
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Our eyes reflect the agony, of dreams that were shattered
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And they love it, when we wild out and kill our own
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but the greater responsibility, yes, is still our own
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[Chorus]
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[Guru]
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Uhh, worldwide famine, ghetto people demand
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that somebody do somethin soon, and let's examine
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the facts, behind the violent attacks
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Behind the daily gunplay the cocaine and the crack
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Thug season - what's the reason for the treason?
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Everybody's gotta eat, some gotta resort to thievin
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Take money money make money money money..
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[Chorus]
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[Black Thought]
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Yo - from the time they eyes open til the clock strike death
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Brothers is stressed, walkin 'round holdin they chest
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They got the government surveyin they steps and can't breathe
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They dynamitin them projects to smithereens
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Money comin but them days too few and far between
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You tryin to taste just what the world's offering, ya'mean?
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I seen enough to make a grown man scream
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Brothers thirsty and hongry to get that thing
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[Guru]
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Too many tears of pain, too many years of struggle
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Too many drops of blood, too many problems to juggle
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Too few jobs available, too few schools equipped
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Too few role models; just gangsters and pimps
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Will you succumb, will your heart grow numb
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or will you save the world, and use your mind like a gun?
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I'm the one - I turn a stick-up kid to a soldier
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Me and The Roots, word up, we takin over
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[Chorus] w/ variations (2X)
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Lift Your Fist (featuring The Roots)
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Guru |