I love family
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'cause family brings inspirations
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one love to you and peace to all the nations
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Aztlan the Puerto Rican and Jamaican
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the African the Maori, Kouri and the Haitian
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on the chocolate reservation
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I'll take a hit and then pass the information
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to the left hand side and
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keep providin', pride and,
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sustenance and guidance
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Mass Hysteria fools breaking down the barrier
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militant cliques big up the area
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put your fist in the air now,
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show me that cha care now
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and that cha really know how
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Don't get thee behind me Satan
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I'll keep thee in front so I can kick thee in the ass and
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assassinate all your wicked inventions
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your new world order and your global intentions
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not to mention the department of corrections
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makin' money off of people in detention
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doin' time for possessions
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countin' the days in the dark they buildin' up aggressins
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progressions all the dirty lessons
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in the belly of the beast only God hears confessions
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Geronimo Pratt's still sittin' in the cellar
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done as many years as they did Mandela
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Parole board wanted to know are you remorseful
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how could I be becouse I didn't do the crime yo
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y'alls the Motha fucka's that's guilty
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lockin' me in solitary eight years of filthy
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kill the messanger, you can't kill the message
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yo I'm bringin' food for the masses
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For the Masses for the masses
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mental food food for the masses
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for the masses for the masses for the true for the true
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For the Masses for the masses
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mental food food for the masses
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for the masses for the masses for the true for the true
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So let's eat have a seat
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call the Maitre D'
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commencin' with the riddim
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I get open on the beat
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let 'em say what they say about the way that we be
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it's the year two triple O
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They can't stop we
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Aw'ight, Sellassie I the book unfolds
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I write 'cause half the story has never been told so
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No one can stop it the whole world's droppin out the socket
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Blowin' up, like NASA when I rock it
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the high tech ways of the civilized man
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can't stand my people but ya love the sun tan
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Fly the space shuttle like dancer and prancer
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you nuke the north pole now you got skin cancer
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the answer you see I'm fly like Lufthansa
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you can Valujet but you takin' big chances
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on crashes. Change your name like Cassius
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the classes be making food for the masses
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then shift to a speed that's common for the listeners
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MC's and wanna be street politicians
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in competition with the envious visions
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they chasin' paper dollars to a pop chart prison
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but listen this isn't me against you
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'cause the whole world's checking out the things that we do
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ya sold your soul to the Saint Ide's brew
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that's aw'ight I like the Sprite in you
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Food For Tha Masses
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Michael Franti & Spearhead |