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Yes |
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We're here to talk about those who |
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Are considered to be an elected official |
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Who said it was official that when they was elected |
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That everything that they dealt with had me in mind |
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As a human being, as a man |
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But not as a slave or three fifths human |
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I have the right to bear arms |
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What makes you think I respect you? |
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[VERSE 1: 3D] |
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Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me |
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I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed an old-time gangster movie? |
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With the white man ringin shots on blocks |
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With their clean shave and pin strip-suits |
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Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot |
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Undercover David Duke, isn't it true |
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The gangster movement started long before my time |
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Long before the hair rag, gangster sag |
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Finger signs and love for nines? |
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Damn, in your minds and in your hearts |
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Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on? |
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Knockin me for the words I write |
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For writin movie scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone |
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[Bushwick Bill] |
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Yeah |
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America |
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A land that made Christopher Columbus |
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A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves, and rapists |
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Kennedy, his dad was a bootlegger for Al Capone |
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Became President |
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Isn't it evident |
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That those who sit in the residence |
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Are not president? |
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[VERSE 2: 3D] |
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Now why you wanna try to knock me |
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Cause I'm black, got a gat |
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Twist my hat and all, listen to Mr. Scarface |
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Think about the way the government wants to hold us back |
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As a matter of fact |
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I believe the whole system is a huge crime scene |
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And everyday they're doin the dirty work |
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And layin it on us niggas, if you know what I mean |
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So don't corrupt your own minds foolin yourself |
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Tryin to lay it on the black man |
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I'm a young gee tryin to leave poverty |
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With a gat in my black hand |
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So white heathen, taken straight out of |
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The crate of a mouth of a babe |
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Yeah, a honkey can't stop what a honkey started |
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And the ghetto's what you honkeys made |
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[Bushwick Bill] |
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That's right, sittin up there in the White House |
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With your homosexual mentalities and female persuasions |
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Yeah, I'm talkin to all the J. Edgar Hoovers |
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That are still left in there |
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All the big brothers that are watching |
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I hope you're listenin |
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Cause the bad shit you put on criminals has made the citizens take control |
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[VERSE 3: 3D] |
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Now Sergeant hit ya, get with ya |
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Let's get back to the issue, continue dissin |
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My way of livin, so a little nigga like me |
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Gots to go and dish ya this mission |
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Hopin that the message that I'm sendin |
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Gets through to you and your people |
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Devil, look at your own dirty past |
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Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil |
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If I kill 30 innocent, would you write |
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A movie about me and spare |
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My life, or would you lock me up with triple life |
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And strap me down in the electric chair? |
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See, it's not about the sign I throw up |
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Or where I roam, or what a nigga wear |
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See cracker, it's all about respect for your hood |
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Your clique, and all of those whose pain with you share |
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[Bushwick Bill] |
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That's right, pain |
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The pain that I feel |
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Is the pain from shame |
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The shame that you've caused me |
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For over 400 years of protection |
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The pain that I have within me |
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The rage that is flaming |
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Makes me wanna say the things that I say |
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Do the things that I do |
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And let you know |
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That when you look at me |
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Or look down at me |
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Or look across from your side of the world to my side |
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That what you have failed to realize |
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Is that you've put me in projects |
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I realize it was an experiment |
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So when you put me in jail |
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I realize I just made it through the millions |
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I'm just another rat that made my cheese |
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And you couldn't stand it |
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But what can all the big cats do |
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When all the rats wanna get fat |
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But try to cut down on the cheese |
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What you don't realize is that you're jerkin yourself |
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Killin your own existence |
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You're all walking dead men, and don't know it |
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With book sense and street sense |
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If you had street intelligence |
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You would really know |
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That you're one footstep between life and death |
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That the mouth is a open grave |
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And you've offered me the right to elect you to a bullet |
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Which is a straight shot to the top, right? |
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And what goes up must come down |
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That's why it's goin down right now |
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You can smell the smoke |
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See the flames |
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And see the bodies that are left on the ground |
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Because the flag |
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Red, white and blue |
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And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines |
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I still see |
