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Bring that beat back, we set it off "we set it off" |
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Got us back for combat, we get it raw "we get it raw" |
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With a counterattack over tracks we build minds of the blind never calm when we bomb on neocons "let's go" |
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Pump the level, the rebel to you |
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Never lose or let a devil break up my crew |
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Never nervous, serve 'em with the words with purpose it's the |
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CoIntel killa black hard truth silverback "damn" |
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Still checkin to see just who's set to come along when brothers revive that movement |
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We bringing the balance back, never non-violent tact |
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Guerrillla |
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Funk and P. |
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E. connect |
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So know it when you're hearin the rhymes that |
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I'm givin' 'em combined with the rythmn designed to expose the sins all in it's the master plan until the curse is reversed |
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I'm sayin, rebirth of a nation... [Verse 2: Professor Griff] |
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They call me |
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E-M-E, U-N- |
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O, you know |
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P.A., niggaz is opposite of the |
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Po Po We say together the ants can conquer the elephants |
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They say, fuck what they say 'cause shit is irrelevant |
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Soldiers, where's your heart? |
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Show me that love |
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What you made of? |
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This is the shit that could make thugs |
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Turn revolutionary, 360 he with me she with me |
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Anything for you, give up my kidney... [Verse 3: Dead Prez] |
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Up early in the morning, training with the machete |
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Revolutionary, ready for war, never scary |
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As an African, my daily regimen is development |
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Malcolm X said self defense is intelligent |
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So I train in the martial arts |
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It's something for warriors, not those with partial hearts "partial hearts" |
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We recognize that our people need a military |
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So we could take care what's already necessary.... [Chorus x2: Paris] |
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What they say, |
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You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
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Straight Hard |
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Truth Soldier |
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Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
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Straight Hard |
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Truth Soldier [Verse 4: Paris] |
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It's the killa |
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Cal nigga now, showin' disgust |
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One hitter, still bitter, clips ready to bust |
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Gat Turner with the twin burner 21 shots in my drawz |
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Red beam on a pig make 'em pause |
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And y'all can't fuck with the style |
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I bring Been wild as a child ever since |
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I came To the knowledge of myself, raise 'em up, maintain |
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P-Dog and the |
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Enemy, we bringin' the pain... [Verse 5: Conscious Daughters] |
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It's the squaw, quick on the draw and quite clean |
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Verbal attack, |
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I'm never seen, comin' |
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Niggas take off runnin', they know in my tribe |
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I'm pitchin' venomous arrows and shovin' bitches aside |
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We ride, unified, playin' our part |
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Bein' sure that a woman's voice'll never get lost |
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Still a soldier in the struggle and aware of the cost |
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Motherfucker, thought you knew the people ready for war... |
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So before |
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I begin, let's commit to rhyme |
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Keep the women in the mix and do it one more time |
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And that when |
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I get to hittin', know the powder is dry |
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Spittin' 'power to the people', hoe, the real gon' shine |
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Conscious |
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Daughters in the front, soldier first brigade |
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Special One, |
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CMG, Guerrilla |
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Funk, we raid |
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Blaze through the competition and we all get paid |
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But keep it revolutionary each and every day....... [Chorus x2: Paris] |
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What they say, |
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You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
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Straight Hard |
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Truth Soldier |
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Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
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Straight Hard |
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Truth Soldier [Verse 6: MC Ren] |
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Who that nigga you can call to spit some shit |
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And ain't scared of the government, you niggaz lovin' it |
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We spread out in different positions |
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Tryin' to break these motherfuckers outta prison, listen "yeah" |
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Mayday on the front line |
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Nigga we G's up in the game, we bust 'till we flatline "what" |
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Then they want my black ass to |
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Rock The Vote |
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They want as many niggaz they can to fill the boat |
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But these house niggaz go fight in |
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Iraq Cryin' to they mamma now they wanna come back |
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Should'nta took your black ass in the service |
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And fuck if |
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I make you nervous, |
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I'ma speak it |
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Black revolutionary, that's my title |
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While these stupid niggaz wanna be |
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American Idols |
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Still ride for the streets, since day one |
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We rough with ours homie, straight outta |
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Compton... [Chorus x2: Paris] |
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What they say, |
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You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
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Straight Hard |
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Truth Soldier |
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Believe, You ain't nothin' but a soldier, yeah |
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Straight Hard |
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Truth Soldier [Outro: MC Ren Talking] yeah, |
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MC motherfuckin |
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Ren, with my nigga |
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Paris Guerrilla |
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Funk |
