(feat. Talib Kweli)
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{"Testify!"}
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[Styles P:]
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Time I testify, listen
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Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
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I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
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And why nobody flip when Martin was killed?
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Why Mandela did all them years
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All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears?
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And I can name thousands more
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that died in the struggle from Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur
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That's why I stay influenced to "Kick in the Door"
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Bring the White House dudes around the blacks that's poor
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Notice that it's "unity" in "opportunity"
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Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me
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Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me
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Guess they wanna see me park it
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Lookin at my gun, they wanna see me spark it
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But I'm the Ghost and if I could vote it would be for Sharpton
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Yeah~!
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[Chorus:]
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[S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality
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{"Testify!"}
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[S.P.:] {tes-ti-fy} [Kweli:] {tes-ti-fy} equality
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[Talib Kweli:]
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Yeah, yo, yo
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We never stop like the news watch
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Still tryin to fill the void of Biggie and Tupac
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We on them avenues with the red and the blue tops
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Dudes hot to shoot cops from the rooftops
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Too many snitch niggaz TESTIFY
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Warrior kings sent to the bing and left to die
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Girls confuse sex with love so they extra dry
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And got birth control stuck to they necks and thigh
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Whoa, it ain't a game, they want the blacks all killed off
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Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk
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What's ill is y'all niggaz still caught up in them battle raps
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There's beef in the hood, +Escaladin+ like Cadillacs
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Monkey on your back livin like a junkie
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Addicted to a dream, wanna die for your country
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Tear down the prison walls, set everyone free
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From freedom fighters to Askari X to Pimp C
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[Chorus]
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[Talib Kweli:]
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Yeah... kids slip in the clip and aim
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for the fortune cause the fame ain't shit to gain
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They get stuck on whips and chains, so freedom slip they brain
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And psychologically that shit's insane
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Now that's crazy, a function of raisin the crack babies
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Sell it back to them cats freebasin back in the 80's
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(C'mon) Disco shit, nigga cock the toast
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Hi-Tek on the track and we rock with the Ghost
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[Styles P:]
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Damn right I make gangster music
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But I still spit poetry like Langston Hughes did
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Pressures of the ghetto might make you lose it
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Grab AK's and go and make the news kid
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Might lose control, but not my soul
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Won't sell for the white man to buy me some white gold
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Sell for the black man, to buy me control
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P, Tek and Kweli, the shit come from the soul y'know?
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[Chorus]
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[scatting to the end]
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Testify
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Styles P |