[Boots Riley]
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Well I got a new kind of square dance rap
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Gon' talk smack, flash my gat
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I'm fin' to spit and hold my dick
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And heat shit up like a thermostat
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Grab your partner by the chaps
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Give your partner a pimp slap
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to symbolize, the ghetto trap
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Step to the right, give three claps
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Kids jam packed in tenement shacks
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Ain't shit cookin on the stove but crack
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This is the bat this hell begat
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Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs
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[Chorus: Boots Riley]
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Two by two, Promenade
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Duck from a B1 bomber raid
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Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
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Banks get paid off petrol trade
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Circulate, dosey-do
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How much cash could a O-Z grow?
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Till all are fed and all have beds
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My skin is black, my star is red
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[Boots Riley]
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FBI comin round the outside
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Which one of us fin' to die tonight?
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Is we fin' to fight over crumbs to bite
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or make a whole motherfuckin world ignite?
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Everybody throw them bows
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right upside your partner's nose
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By now you've got bloody clothes
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Crabs in the barrel so the story goes
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Think of all their savage acts
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Grabbin scratch from average cats
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Bureaucrats with strings attached
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Walk in the place, light the match
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[Chorus]
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[solo by Tom Morello]
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[Boots Riley]
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Everybody get down low
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Bout the level, of your toes
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These dance moves we usually do
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are not the ones that we have chose
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Grab on to that beat and grind
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Try your best to stay alive
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We can't run, we can't hide
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Might as well just stay and fight!
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[Chorus]
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[guitar solo]
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[Chorus]
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Promenade (Guitar Fury Remix)
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Street Sweeper Social Club |