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You explained it to me I must admit |
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But just for the record you were talkin' shit |
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Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated |
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For the people you've always hated |
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In this hell hole you, we, call home |
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No knock, the man will say |
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To keep that man from beating his wife |
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No knock, the man will say |
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To protect people from themselves |
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No knockin', head-rockin', inter-shockin' |
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Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin' |
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And bein' white |
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No knock |
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No knocked on my brother Fred Hampton |
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Bullet holes all over the place |
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No knocked on my brother Michael Harris |
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And jammed a shotgun against his skull |
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For my protection? |
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Who's gonna protect me from you? |
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The likes of you? |
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The nerve of you? |
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Your tomato face deadpan |
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Your dead hands ending another freedom fan |
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No knockin', head rockin', inter-shockin' |
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Shootin', cussin', killin', cryin', lyin' |
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And bein' white |
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But if you're wise, no knocker |
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You'll tell your no-knockin' lackeys |
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Ha! |
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No knock on my brother's head |
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No knock on my sister's head |
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No knock on my brother's head |
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No knock on my sister's head |
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And double lock your door |
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Because soon someone may be no-knockin' |
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Ha, ha! |
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For you |
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(No knock: To be slipped into John Mitchell's suggestion box.) |
