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[verse 1]The |
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Black falling down, its goin down |
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No subject matter, |
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I dont hear it goin around |
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Minds over matter , they don't mind cause |
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We dont matter, |
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DJ Lord's on the platter |
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Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix |
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Got actors winning politics, the tricks |
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Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap flicks |
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Called videos (hoooo) |
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Turn off the got-damn radio |
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Cause they dont show yall what yall need to know |
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Cant fade it though, |
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Lord don't fade it yo |
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Year of the |
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Lord , make love fuck war tour |
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After before 2004, i swore |
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Dj Lord come bust down the door |
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Los Angel-less, |
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New Jack Pity |
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They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city |
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Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty |
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Thanks for not giving a got-damn thing pretty |
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So called land of plenty , can't spare a penny |
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It's the have nots against the haves, |
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Is you wit me? |
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Check What |
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You Listening |
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To[verse 2] |
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You might be cuttin tracks |
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But he's cuttin edge |
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The sword of |
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Lord high like |
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Phil Upchurch |
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Through the verse, the truth hurts |
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From the aftermath of that sonic autograph |
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Lord ,don't make him mad |
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So I spit , how loud you want it to get? |
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Cold sweat.2005 flicks, new trips through dirty beats |
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Hits and all those bass kicks |
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Lookout yall, |
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Cmon, cant forget to kick this |
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If the shoe fits get with the ramblin wreck |
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Check it, to stomp out |
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All dem nitwits |
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Chuck D stylin |
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Don't you know where ? |
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On the new |
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Buckwhylin |
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Cross the |
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Land, cause the band |
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Hits the fans, watch them all |
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SLAM the jam |
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Yes they can can, beware the man |
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Take a stand yall, wreck the plan |
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Check What |
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You Listening |
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To[verse 3] |
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One foot stuck in the rave |
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Millennium dance craze |
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Cross fade to the new phase |
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Like the old days, twisted in convoluted systems |
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Existed in the beats of wisdom existance |
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Cross the |
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Land, cause the band |
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Hits the fans, watch them all |
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SLAM the jam |
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Illegal beats , frisk him |
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Find not a pop thing with him |
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Multi-ethnic like a prism |
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Cant hear this? |
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You in audio prison |
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Hands be whizzin, cross the wax |
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Movin tracks from across the tracks |
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Through your mind he attacks, |
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DJ Lord.Scratch the gospel , tell them wack ass beats |
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They can go to hell, 'ding' |
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The rave bell |
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See the crowd swell, got even when the needle fell |
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Still heard them cuts over the yell! |
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Through the verse, the truth hurts |
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From the aftermath of that sonic autograph |
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Mr Chuck , |
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Dj Lord attack the tracks |
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Yall CHECK |
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WHAT YOU L |
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ISTENING T |
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O.... |