| Nineteen ninety, Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene
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| With a lean and a pocket full of green
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| The green doesn’t symbolize I made it on the top
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| But Robocop last year was a shock
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| The tone of the Popeye cut shook your butt
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| Kids are screaming; |
| the media says, «What…
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| Kind of music is this for you to dance to?»
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| The man with the plan and the man demands you
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| Leave the smack and the crack for the wack
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| Throw the vial in the Nile; |
| keep a smile like that
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| Leave the knife and the gun in the store
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| And ignore temptation, sent by the nation
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| Racial gain causes pain; |
| need a new rep
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| In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
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| Hawkins
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| , and when you’re walking, you don’t just run
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| Black on black; |
| remember that; |
| it’s important
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| Anyway the struggle is won, brings forth the fun
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| No hatred; |
| the summer’s almost done
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| No time for sleep, jump in your Jeep
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| And pump up the funky beat a whole week
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| Beeper goes off, yo, smash it and trash it
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| You’re too young to be plumped in a casket
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| Just get your boys and bring the noise
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| And just swing it, and party people, sing it |