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Yo, what's happenin, man? |
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Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speak |
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They say we on a negative tip |
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What's up? |
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[VERSE 1: Cold 187um] |
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Now I'ma kick a way-out style that's smoother than usual |
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It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial |
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Hype beats are kickin and rippin, yo, with a funky touch |
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It's done the Ruthless way, some say it's too much |
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D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it |
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That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme |
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That's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin |
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(KM.G) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin |
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Now what's really known as a radio cut? |
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When you can's say (shit) and you can't say (****) |
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I really think you wanna hear it |
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But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it |
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Yo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech |
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Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion |
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To make your own decision, now that's baloney |
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Cause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm bein phoney |
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Yo, I got to cater to this person or that person |
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I got to rhyme for the white or the black person? |
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Why can't it all be equal? |
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Music is a universal language for all people |
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I better get off the rebellious tip |
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Before somebody out there say I'm startin to slip |
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I ain't trippin, I'm steadily flowin and throwin |
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Givin you a dope style |
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Keepin me on top of the pile |
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Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation |
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And if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the station |
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Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind |
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Sink in your mind, creep from behind |
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So fast that you won't have time |
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To deny a brother that's from the streets |
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Tryin to teach, hopin to reach |
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Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach |
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But I wish for each to have freedom of speech |
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(Congress shall make no law |
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Respecting an establishment of religion |
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Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof |
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Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press) |
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[VERSE 2: Cold 187um] |
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They'll milk you to make it understood |
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They make it good, so that it taste real good |
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To you, so see, you fall right in it |
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Your minds are small, they feed you like infants |
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Like children they'll bring you along |
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They say we're wrong for makin a rap song |
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But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam |
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Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn |
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Those that wanna sell out need to get the **** out the business |
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Cause they ain't doin nothin but bluffin |
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Me, I get wild every rhyme I release |
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Whether I talk about violence or talk about peace |
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Cause violence is somethin that happens in society |
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When people are livin low and don't kow where they can go |
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But peace, I think we all want peace |
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But it's too much to face, and it's too far to reach |
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Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow, sloppy or neat |
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See, I wish when I'm doin, to have freedom of speech |
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(Congress shall make no law |
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Respecting an establishment of religion |
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Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof |
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Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press) |
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[VERSE 3: Cold 187um] |
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Now if they ban me, I don't give a **** |
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Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck) |
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Because I'm ballin with Laylaw's clout |
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And if he say that it stays, the shit comes out |
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Cause in the early days when rap first began |
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Some fool jumped up and said it soon would end |
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But nowadays I hear song after song |
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And it proved to me that the fool was wrong |
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So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside |
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It's time for the people to realize |
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About the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hide |
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When they know we just strive to survive |
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(The homie said he'd have a job, if you'd give him a break) |
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But when he gets it (he goes by the other man's ways) |
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Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about |
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'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out |
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You got to give your child credit for what he can do |
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Plus the way that they're raised is really up to you |
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Rap music, a form of literature |
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Words and verbs and adjectives |
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Painted up like a picture |
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Yo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getcha |
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And when I'm all finished up, it's gonna fitcha |
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(Hittin the nation) station to station (heavy rotation) |
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So strong that it's keepin the pace, and |
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We will speak out on any situation |
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But while we're doin |
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Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech |
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[KM.G] |
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Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that |
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Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys |
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That got freedom of speech |
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Yo, Cold 187 |
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Ice Cube |
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MC Ren |
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The deadly Dr. Dre |
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Eazy-E |
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The G-o M-a-c-k |
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Total Koss housin thangs |
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Ruthless in the mutha****in house |
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Yo, to my homie D.O.C. |
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And Laylaw with the clout |
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And we out |
