[Verse 1]
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Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage
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live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against
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pretense, DJ's of segregation come together plottin' on the Nation
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cats got the puff powder dance
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underground economics, take a chance at the crackpot
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speak at the ones on top
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at the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real
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whats the deal wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you
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the struggle is official with this
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chill 'cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers
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we rock those real black leather bombers
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for real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills
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ya'll better be still
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my brains come out of my ball pen for my origin
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I put the work in, any predictament
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in fact it don't matter to me
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the rap Oprah Winfrey with less currency
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but rock beautifully, no security with me
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hard times and prophecy
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one idea, two children and three for virginity
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pure energy whenever you confront me
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I'ma take yours, star wars.
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[Chorus]
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Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulers
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New manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam
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(repeat Chorus)
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[Verse 2]
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The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now
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let the Teck blow now
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more Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies
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blocks where the Babies pick locks
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and Women make love to other Women
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it's the pillage, your Mother's Sons
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no more cold war, it be the poor ones
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no radio play, from the hallway to the doorway
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they banned us, cease to understand us
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rap criminals segregated, player hated
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underrated, project recipients
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Cappadonna, bag with the marijuana
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I'm a late-comer, I spread love last Summer
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photographs with the Hummer
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a young dumber, boun
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War Rats
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Cappadonna |