-Black Thought-
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There it is... check it out
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Move, if you got the nerve
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Lash out for your just desserts
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It's not just the words
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Some of y'all heads up in the clouds
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I'm a bring y'all back to earth
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It's black back to birth
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Bullshit y'all talking bout
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Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned
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Cause y'all got to learn
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It's your turn like Detroit Red
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When his head had an ultra perm
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The long walk to burn your bare heels
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So worn were your boots
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The game camouflage like army suits
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But I can see it more clear cause I came with the Coup in here
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Ring the alarm and form the troops
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Send them out into the world, go to war on a flute
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Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot
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Now I'm comin at ya next, sick of hearing something wrong with me
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Motherfucker something's wrong with you
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When you see they just way to smart to question
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The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion
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The governments of the world is shark infested
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They heavy on weaponry like Charlton Heston
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Man yeah it gets low here real low
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Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
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[Chorus]
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I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do? (it's my favorite mutiny)
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I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute (it's my favorite mutiny)
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-Boots Riley-
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Death to the pigs is my basic statement
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I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement
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Tryin' to stay out the pen while we face enslavement
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Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments
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I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum
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Tryin' to find psalm number 151
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To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch the commode
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Alright, put down the bottle and come get the guns
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Now get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10
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They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den
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Steadily subtracting seeds and stems
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Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm
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I weed my brain off that and the Jesus hymns
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If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems
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Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in
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We gettin greased again
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The truth I write is so cold it'll freeze my pen
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I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you
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Never let they punk ass ever defeat you
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They got us on the corner wearing pleather and see-thru
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All y'alls' gold mines they wanna deplete you
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I ain't just fine to rap on the track, I'm fine to clappin them back
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And it's been stackin' to that
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Five hundred years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the 'Lac
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Before they told Rosa black in the back
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Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in a sack
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Before Gil Scott traded rappin for smack
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This beat alone should get platinum plaques
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I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap
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'Cause if we bappin' them back we automatically stacked
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[Chorus]
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-Talib Kweli-
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[unknown line] like Truman C
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Tariq, Boots and me
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Activating the community
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Up in the bay like Huey P
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[unknown line]
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But the beast got it twisted, I'll untangle it
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Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with
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This my favorite shit, I came in the game with a new way to spit
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That got you questioning who you bangin' with
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Take it back to Imhotep
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Throw a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect
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Killer flow for all my real niggaz lap it up
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Inform the family of the jiggaboo(?) that there's been a death
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Once again you can feel hip-hop
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The underground still about my glock
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Gangsta like fuck the cops
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Tell 'em Kweli a revolutionary mc, and that ain't about to stop
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[Chorus]
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My Favorite Mutiny
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The Coup |