I pity the punks that partake in the madness
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Yangin' the young for their products and profits
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The pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump Street
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Pushin' the passive pill, so ya don't need
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kids makin' bids with nine's in their goose downs
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'Cause college is pricey and some brothers ain't got none
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You try to discern between truth and suggestion
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but they bid for your ID via fear of rejection
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All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
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The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
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Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness
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manifesting some forms of natural impatience
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Deaf MacBeth, scar city, the slasher
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Enveloping the b-boy, the doper and the thrasher
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Looking to be judged but when judged by the book
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Son you're running to the hook.
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Get the heck out!
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Back with the funk hits, Uncle Huey is back with
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the funk hits, and the F.L.C. is coming to grips
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with a fist full of funk hits.
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Check it out!
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I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs up
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and I stuck'em in his ear. The man stepped to me,
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he wouldn't let it end though, so I threw his ass out
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the Roxy Deli window
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I ain't pushin' no party, I ain't meddlin' in Saudi,
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but i think it's fucked up, what the federal has laid on me
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I've been watchin' the news, you're forcing people
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to choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blue
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The deceiver's deceiving because the people believe him
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Now the troops'll be bleedin' and their mama's will be grieving
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So keep on payin' your taxes, when you don't know the facts
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Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes
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Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness. (4x)
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Crime and Punishment
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