[Society's verse]
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We was raised in these streets on pork and poison meat
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Now i recognize the beast and bare the mark of the gold teeth
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Puff on the rolled leaf and bust on the police
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While yall playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
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I put it down plain, i stimulate the left and right brain
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Cell by cell and frame by frame.
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Names, dates, are all inmaterial. i big dick sick ryhme killer like cereal. i
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Burn like venerial, and spit that imperial wizardry that climbs right through
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The curcitry.
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Choake your team for their cream but that's as far as we go
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Drop shit like seaguls and smash your little ego.
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I get visions like stevie and coleco,
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Give me 2000 live people
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One late show no seaquel.
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Aint no equal in the flesh
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I been through more evil than men do.
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Nasty off the head and with the pen too!
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[Chuck's verse]
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Now im pissed
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Easy to rhyme on tracks like this
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The more things change
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The more they remain the same
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These games them vidiots
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Playin on the brink of insane
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Must be a hockey rink
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Lost in their drink
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In pursuit of plain jane
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I think man they think a revolution be pretty in pink
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Now in these new tracks
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Some of these cats dont know how to act
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All them criminal acts aint got nuttin to do wit rap
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One hand cuffuffed behind them backs in black
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Quiet riot ,yall cant hear one hand clap
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Revolution is more than what you hear and what you see
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The mass reintroduction
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Of society to society
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Together we got 100 years of sobriety
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These clones
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Who be flippin like new phones be surprisin me
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Turned out
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They happy just to be in the house
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So im a call emout
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I aint no church mouse
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Luvout
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[Griff's verse]
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I master rap
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Write a 16 and half of that
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Then eat some mix greens after that
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My raps niggerish black like licorice
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While wack rappers get rich off some jibberish
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The hoods begging for deliverance"g"
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I'm just a hood figure to deliverance this
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L y should get into the "sy"
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I'm thinkng me and pe should have passed it on
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Society's the menace
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He get's more love than tennis
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On the road to riches
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Cause revolutions expensive
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Finance whips. finance clips spend our chips
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In the ghetto raising rebelz with some fine azz tits.
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No champagne no campaign no ice on my wrist
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While bred'z dipp'n on fedz sipp'n on crys
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Out of my mind ethiopian wine on my lips
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Still aint signed the master mind
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The masters mine. hey!!!!
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Back in your dome where the rebelz rome
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The greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed
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Public enemy the 7th octave we out
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Revolution
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Public Enemy |