Intro:
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Every January 16th, it's "The Dreamer, The Dreamer."
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And all of you say, "I have a dream; The Dreamer."
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And what did he dream?It stuck him right there.
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And little black boys, and little white girls
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will one day hold hands together.
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Shit.
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Is that where it's at?Is that where it's at now?
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Them little blacks hands are yours.
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You can't hold the black brothers' hands?
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But you gonna grow old holdin' crackers' hands
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before you hold each other's hands?
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You gonna walk with your enemy
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before you learn to walk with one another?
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How sick can you be?
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(Enemy)
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Verse One:
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Where you gonna go when the brothers wanna bust a shot
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where you gonna go when I wanna kill bloodclot
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Supercat said that the ghetto red hot
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bust a gloc, bust a gloc, devils get shot
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nappy-headed, no-dreded look where ya read it
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buck the devil, buck the devil, look who said it
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listen what I say after 1995 not one death will be alive
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god will survive, him protect the civilized
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who really cares if the enemy lives or dies?
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not me, not me
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me never eat from the tree with the apple
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I'd rather have a Snapple
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do you know where you're going to
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do you know where you're runnin from
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scared of the sun, I live in the sun
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You shrivel up like a raisin
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and burn like the blunt that I'm blazin
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Ku Klux Klan scared of my nutty beats
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cause them nutty beats equal bloody sheets
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out number you somethin like 15 to 3
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see, don't love your enemy
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Chorus
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Enemies, enemy runnin from the G
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enemies, enemy, you're my enemy
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enemies, enemy, when will I see?
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enemies, enemy R.I.P.
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Verse Two:
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Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya?
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J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda knew ya
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with the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire
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me not afraid, cause me know Elijah
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goin to the East but straight from the Westside
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swing down sweet chariot nad let me ride
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through the fire, through the fire that will please us
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I know that Farrakhan is your baby Jesus
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devil don't you know I'm a soldier?
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in God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya
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like Folger's Crystals feds
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I'ma pick your ass like Juan Valdez
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you don't care if me die from the cracka
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you don't care if me have a heart attacka
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you don't care if me get car jacka
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you don't care cause you're nothing but a cracka
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now it's Judgement Day, and Allah'll never play
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"freedom got an AK," them Guerilla say
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Bobby Seale said, "please make it rough, bro"
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when God give the word, me herd like the buffalo
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through your neighborhood, watch me blast
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tribe of Shabazz, get in that ass
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you shoulda took heed of my word and became a friend of me
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now you're just a enemy
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
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just to trouble you, throwin out the W
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sent me a subpoena
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cause I kill more crackas then Bosnia, Herze - govina
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each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet
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with the heavy A to the muthafuckin K
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now you treat me like a germ
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cause your scared of the su - per sperm
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please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes
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the whites of his skin, the whites of his lies
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nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
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ya scared I'ma put this bone in your hoes
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but I don't wanna, I've been to cona
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from the cavebitch with the nasty persona
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hit me with the big black billy club
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cause you white and your hoe than a silly nub
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three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
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and it's really scary, now they're in the military
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Sodom and Gomorrah, devil read your Torah,
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Bible, Holy Qur'an
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once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon
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and the brother Ron 2X, so who's next?
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(devil)
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with Dub C, Brother G
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Crazy Toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy
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high off the Hennesy
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hundred ten degree, no it's not Tennesee
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West L.A., what the hell can I say?
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niggas wanna play, each and every day
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pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the J
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rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?
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handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
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grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her
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they call me Thumper |