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Intro/Chorus:
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Ninety two! The rebel comes back
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I wanna go home so won't you please go home
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I wanna go home so won't you go home
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I wanna go home so won't you please go home
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I wanna go home so nigga go home
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Verse One:
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Yo it's burning in Paris Demaris the madness I've had this
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The sadness even Gladys lost her Pips
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It means it's time to make a trip to Johannesburg
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I don't care -- what the word is about
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Cause my history has to spout
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From all over the land while I eat some trout
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Cause America, my motherland ain't hearing ya
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If I can catch her, Thatcher damn I'll use my Derringer
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Political polls calls for death tolls, bullet holes
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Wolves in the fold
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The sum can't be greater than the whole
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But many have died -- died while they cried
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Pearl Harbord ninety-two, that's the idea
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I mean Port Natal it's right there
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The revolution won't be televised this time
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The schematics draw from the mind
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Besides physical we need mental fighters
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For the destruction of the vipers
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The coffee without the sugar and the cream is too strong
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And we're back where we belong
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Chorus
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Verse Two:
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The winners, legends or beginners
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Get on the scene and then they turn into sinners
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Yes they say they're a born again christian
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read a bible but they're really on a mission
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That's hostile so sing your gospel
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Check the region of the first man fossil
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Plain truth embedded in hieroglyphics
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The specifics of american civics get real sticky
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Rap has put it back on track
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With hard core conscious rap
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But magazine fiends aim for the gut
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What should I do? Keep my mouth shut?
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Hell no! The editor scandal predator
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Hip-Hop predator racist pig etcetera
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Political henchmen why you never mention
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Is it because you're trying to save your pension?
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A lot of power and strength locked away in prison
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Yeah yellow journalism cause we delete love
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And push the word in our songs
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And we're back where we belong
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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We need some kind of power, some kind of skill
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Keep one FB-I/eye open cause you know they wanna kill us
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Cause we're dangerous to their plan
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We rule the whole damn land
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Basketball, baseball, music, TV, movies, even art
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But they're smart
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Somehow makes us fight among ourselves
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Place pictures of our prophets upon their shelves
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They kill this, kill that one, paid us to kill him
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Such a bright future now looks dim
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But the empire will strike back with much more than a rap
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How're you gonna react
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I once said burn the plueprints on the counterattack to redeem
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Causer racial peace is our dream
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But it's a dream we have that won't come true
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We've been talking peace for a few
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Black is not, it never left
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I don't need no beads placed around my chest
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To be considered a black man
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A picture of Malcolm is not on my wall
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He's in my heart, that's smart
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And then there's Uncle Toms that's partial
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And kids that don't know Thurgood Marshall
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Grab gold of reality G real strong
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We're going back to where we belong
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Chorus
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Black Trek IV The Voyage Home
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Chubb Rock |