| Slow down, don’t rush
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| I’m here to keep the peace but I’m prepared to say, ay
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| Slow down, don’t rush
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| I’m here to keep the peace but I’m prepared, now I say
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| Yeah, I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
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| Yeah, I pledge allegiance to it nonstop
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| What, I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
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| Yeah, I pledge allegiance to it nonstop
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| Meditation, equality, it keeps me level headed, the men-tal-ity
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| Cool, calm, post-hypnotic suggestion
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| Never stressin, heat chambers never sweatin
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| Honeys cryin, cause her man she caught cheatin
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| Mothers eyein, sons cut down like bushes
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| Daddys sicker than the land lord, just evicted
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| Stressed to death, month to month until he kicked it
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| I seen ya hustlin on the dark streets, the mental
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| Look what you been through, you just escaped reality
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| Now what ya into, is just a technicality
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| Check it, deep inside of my head like T. V
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| The lifestyle I live so crooked you won’t believe me
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| Lessons learned that I could walk a tight rope
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| Even though I toke and choke, don’t provoke
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| Uh, now you can call me Afu-rastahood
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| Cause I rob from the rich and I give to the good
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| Even though it’s for the money B, I’m droppin knowledge G
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| Straight shots to the head, peep the summary
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| Wake up in the mornin got me yearnin for food
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| Yeah, yeah what, huh, I’m that type of dude
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| Pledge allegiance, pay attention, payin homage
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| So much time held in my hand, none for college (college)
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| Hey Afu, hey Afu, hey Afu, hey Afu
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| Slow down, don’t rush
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| I’m here to keep the peace but I’m prepared to bust
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| They wanna guide my medication with their crooked laws
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| Say I can’t hold a bong and smoke, my lord
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| But, if it’s war that they want, we are ready, are registered
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| The king, it is he, who defends me
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| So when it’s time for the showdown
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| We’re marchin', the soldiers Babylon get throwed down
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| When the war is over we burn up the whole town
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| And my spliff will stay lit from sun up to sun down
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| Ay, ay Afu
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| Stimulating, verses like blood work ing
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| Paper hits the pen like the needle to ya skin
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| Blow ya blood up, Xena, hero-in
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| More contagious than sex (sex), nobody flex
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| Dangerous minds, little kids throw gang signs
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| Treacherous times, too many can’t press rewind
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| Stress the elevation, wrap my thoughts like a mummy
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| It’s funny, how sometimes some smart ones are dummies
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| Scorin a million, forget the S.A.T
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| Now I, leap more towers than Pisa, peep the ether
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| Wrap it in a scroll, pass it off to Ky-Mani
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| Lessons of exquisiteness, verses poetry |