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(KRS-One) |
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Yea yea yea yea yea! |
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KRS-One comin through, Big Zack, Last Emperor |
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WOOP WOOP! Ha hah, that's the sound of EMS |
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Ha hah, Last Emperor, KRS |
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Ha hah, Big Zack you know the rest |
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Now we gonna come down like this now, hold tight all crew |
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LISTEN!! |
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(Zack de la Rocha) |
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This voice shatters the calm of the day, like an alarm |
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To wake up badder youth, and take up arms |
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Cause more is necessary than vocabulary war |
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Cause the toxic rock imports, gettin on your door |
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C.I.A. I see ya later, cause your time is comin soon |
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I flip the shit like, Pacino and it's your Dog Day Afternoon |
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Attica Attica, drug agents your bring your static-a |
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My alphabet will slash that neck and flip you, automatica |
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Dramatic, like Ali Shaheed Muhammed brought The Vibe |
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I bring the sun at Red Dawn to pull the thoughts of Frantz Fanon |
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So stand at attention, devil dirge |
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You never survive chosin sides against direction of the Earth |
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The infiltrator, child intoxicator, people incarcerator |
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Liberation movement annihilator |
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We got you clocked pushin rocks and it fail |
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We got brothers troopin subways like the Ho Chi Manh trail |
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We got the truth data, Last Emperor, KRS and |
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history manifested, tomorrow the next lesson |
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Chorus: all together, with samples |
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YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
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"You, claim, you claim, you, you claim, claim |
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You, claim I'm sellin crack, but you be doin that" --> KRS |
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(Zach) You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock |
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YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
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"So get that flashlight out of my face" |
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"You, you, you claim I'm sellin crack, but you be doin that" --> KRS |
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(KRS) The Last Emperor, KRS-One, and Big Zack |
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(The Last Emperor) |
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As free market capitalism and technology expands |
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The third world's fertile soil becomes a desert wasteland |
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So it takes bands to, demand the, government provide answers |
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when Lady Liberty has me Bewitched like Samantha |
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And poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer |
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to all my Black Magic romancers and acid rain dancers |
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Develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza |
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We fear no man and throw jams that attack counterintelligence programs |
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Exciting like the epic adventures of Conan (hah!) |
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I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians |
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Now what the hell is the problem with this system and what it sells us |
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I bring ancient relics like Wyclef did to Zealots |
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I saw an Iron Curtain called hip-hop and got it open like Boris Yeltsin |
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Whirlwind, tornadoes, in the rain forest if you say so (whosssshhh) |
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KRS and The Last Emperor like the Green Hornet and Kato |
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Zach de la Rocha brings the enraged flow, but all three drop science |
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and become the most powerful alliance since NATO |
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Chorus: all together, with samples |
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YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
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"You, claim I'm sellin crack, but you be doin that" --> KRS |
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YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
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(Zach) You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock |
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YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
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"So get that flashlight out of my face" |
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YOU CLAIM I'M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
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(KRS) The Last Emperor, KRS-One, and Big Zack |
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(KRS-One) |
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Need I say the C.I.A. be Criminals In Action |
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Cocaine crack unpackin, high surveillance trackin |
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Prominant blacks and whites givin orders for mass slaughters |
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I want all my daughters to be like Maxine Waters |
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When they flooded the streets with crack cocaine |
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I was like Noah, now they lower cause the whole cold war is over |
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Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbin it |
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All the assault and batterin in the name of intelligence gatherin? |
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Now it's karma you battlin, a losin fight |
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I chose the mic to recite ignite light in the night, aight? |
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We should beat em, President Clinton should delete em |
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it's not hard, the C.I.A. simply has no more job |
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Oh my Goddess, mother, you can fix this |
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We rock over mixes not six six sixes |
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Yo this is, the message, to all that can hear it |
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If you got secret information now's the time to share it |
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Call your Congresswoman, your senator, your mayor |
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It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the players |
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Rearrangin, see times are definitely changin G |
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They used to tap the phone, now they tappin while you pagin me |
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It's crazy B, yet it's plain to see, who the enemy |
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Who's left the NRA? The ATF, the AMA? |
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Okay okay, it's all irrelevant, cause in the new millenium |
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there'll be no Central Intelligence |
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Uh, yea, uh, yea |
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Throw your hands up |
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You know whassup kid, throw your hands up |
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Ha hah yeah, hah hah, yeah |
