Intro:
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"I was born, in a dump
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My mama died and my father got drunk
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They left me, to die or grow
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In the middle of Tobacco Road
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I grew up in a rusty shack
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All i owned was hangin on my back
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And Lord knows, how I learnt
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This place called Tobacco Road
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Tobacco Road, you're dirty and you're filthy
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Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane
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I'm gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again"
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"My mind is the place where I make my plans
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The world is the place where I take my stand
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The beauty of life is mine today
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They cannot take my mind away"
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[M1]
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Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa
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This ain't no act it's mathematical
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Past the black radical
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I choose the M1, because it's practical
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Nothin was changed, we ain't protected
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No names, it's all factual
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They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate
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Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate
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This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree
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Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see
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[Stic]
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It's like watching your own father smoke crack
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I have nightmares on shit like that
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No way in hell I'll ever get like that
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I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years
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It's like a tour of duty
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My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty
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When your heart is turning ice cold
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Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds
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My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin
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I listen close to what she sayin
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When she speak of Jesus I ignore it
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But when it's practical I'm all for it
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You got to think like a soldier
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I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters
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Discipline keep the mind focused
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This whole world is a corn field son
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Look out for flying locusts
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Chorus (x2)
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Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you
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Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you
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And through you, control your whole crew
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It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do?
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[M1]
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You can't walk the streets with no state of mind
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Blind to the ways of mankind
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And if you know the time, give me a sign
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Tell me where we draw the line
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I got your back if you got mine
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My enemy's enemy is my man
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One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand
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My comrades stand on lands stolen
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Every tooth a golden opportunity
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Who holdin my community hostage?
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10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some
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This is how the plan runs
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Thinkin with a fugitive brain
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What we do to live is insane
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Holdin the weed, healing my membranes
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Just like crack, you know it all boils down
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to the dollars-and-cents of it
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Niggaz commence to get ? to sentenced to serve terms
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Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose
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When will they learn?
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Psychology
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[Stic]
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We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls
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No respect for their laws
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I cut your face with a kitchen knife
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In gladiator times, man against machinery
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The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy
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Life is a series of serious choices
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Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces
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Various courses of life can lead to failure
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Too much of anything is a trap
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My mind snap
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Guerilla warfare for two grand
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They say karate means 'empty hands'
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So then it's perfect for the poor man...
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They say karate means 'empty hands'
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So then it's perfect for the poor man
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Chorus (x2)
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Bridge
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[M1]
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When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
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And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
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The mind is like a jewel son
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Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
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Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
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When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols
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And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals
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The mind is like a jewel son
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Only a fool wouldn't grasp it
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Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted
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"Free your mind, and the rest will follow
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Seize the time, no-one is promised tomorrow"
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Repeat until fade
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Psychology
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Dead Prez |