| I like the snares loud enough to make your eyes blink from it
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| Only male with the Holy Grail, drink from it
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| I keep an eye on heaven and a ear to the street
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| And spread a thick layer of blood, sweat and tears on the beats
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| My brain rest upon the hip-hop lexicon
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| That I acquired in the decade of work that people slept upon
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| I don’t rap, I recite the prayers of the inner soul
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| Of the slave ships' human cargo
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| Seemingly meaningless rappers flood the market
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| With shit that make me pace in my room until I rip the carpet
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| I’m fit to start up this next millennium
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| Swingin the grappling hook at cackling crooks to finish em
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| The city dweller sendin telegrams from Neverland
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| The better man, kind now, kindly join the caravan
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| We’re like a rock band that pack contraband
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| And won’t hesitate to stomp a man into the rocks and sand
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| Brother Ali, and if you haven’t heard about me
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| I’m flyin just beneath your radar so y’all can doubt me
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| Stay on the sonar with crowbars to open minds
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| There’s a ladder you’re supposed to climb
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| Approach a Rhymesayer with a Buggsy Siegel sized ego
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| You gon' get yourself snatched out the sky, you know the steelo
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| By now, where, what, why and how
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| We start the revolution real time, right now
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| Yes, leave it to me to create hope where there was none
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| The human being shall cast shadows on the sun
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| Leave it to me to create hope where there was none
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| My inner soul shall cast shadows on the sun
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| Just leave it to me to create hope where there was none
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| The human being shall cast shadows on the sun
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| Leave it to me to create hope where there was none
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| My inner soul shall, my inner light shall.
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| I rhyme for cats up in the harbor lights
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| Prayin they don’t starve tonight
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| And stay positive in the face of a harder life
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| My chorus light the torch for those on whom the sun set
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| Verses meant to speak for the voiceless
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| So let us never be dismayed or afraid
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| The ground we’re walkin on is stained
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| With the blood of those before us who came
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| Soldiers in this freedom movement are too numerous to name
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| Cause the human soul yearns to be free, it’s all the same
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| I rhyme for runaways prayin that they see another day
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| You gotta make it through the winter to feel some summer days
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| It’s for my natives, it’s history in the way their hair is braided
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| Elephants never forget, that’s how they say it
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| Tell my man in prison keep grinnin because he’s innocent
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| And tell him that the tests we get are heaven-sent
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| Listen, I rap for the ones that Johnny Cash wore, the black, for
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| Black and white women that were turned to crackhores
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| And I empty everything in the bank to give for it
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| I empty all the days of my life to live for it
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| And I empty all the blood in my veins to fight for it
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| So I empty all the ink in this pen to write for it
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| I glance in the sky and see the same cloud configuration
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| That Nat Turner saw the day they hanged him
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| Resisted in the face of adversity with a fist and it was raised
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| One finger extended, meaning Allah be praised
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| Spent days in Heaven’s embassy
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| On Qu’ran pages Allah explains this legacy
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| Angels doubted Adam, Jacob’s brothers clapped him
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| And ancient Pharaohs were too brutal to fathom
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| If all the earth’s oceans were ink and the trees were pens
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| You could never write the knowledge of God, it never ends
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| And I know it feels like the whip wounds will never mend
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| But it’s the way of makin the oppressed prevalent men
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| We standin with humanity at destiny’s door
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| Chanting the war cry, it goes, «Never no more»
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| So if y’all tryina talk about the horrors you see
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| Feel free to tell your stories through me
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| There’s only one God and he’s not just above
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| There’s only one man and there’s only one love
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| Till everybody gets what I instill in my seed
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| For that y’all, we willin to bleed
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| There’s only one God and he’s not just above
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| There’s only one woman and there’s only one love
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| We doin this till all of Adam’s children are freed
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| And for that y’all, we willin to bleed |