| I pity the punks that partake in the madness
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| Yangin' the young for their products and profits
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| The pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump Street
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| Pushin' the passive pill, so ya don’t need
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| Kids makin' bids with nine’s in their goose downs
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| 'Cause college is pricey and some brothers ain’t got none
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| You try to discern between truth and suggestion
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| But they bid for your ID via fear of rejection
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| All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
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| The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
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| Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness
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| Manifesting some forms of natural impatience
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| Deaf MacBeth, scar city, the slasher
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| Enveloping the b-boy, the doper and the thrasher
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| Looking to be judged but when judged by the book
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| Son you’re running to the hook
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| Get the heck out!
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| Back with the funk hits, Uncle Huey is back with
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| The funk hits, and the F.L.C. |
| is coming to grips
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| With a fist full of funk hits. |
| Check it out!
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| I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs up
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| And I stuck’em in his ear. |
| The man stepped to me
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| He wouldn’t let it end though, so I threw his ass out
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| The Roxy Deli window
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| I ain’t pushin' no party, I ain’t meddlin' in Saudi
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| But I think it’s fucked up, what the federal has laid on me
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| I’ve been watchin' the news, you’re forcing people
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| To choose between the lesser of two evils; |
| my red, white, and blue
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| The deceiver’s deceiving because the people believe him
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| Now the troops’ll be bleedin' and their mama’s will be grieving
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| So keep on payin' your taxes, when you don’t know the facts
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| Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes
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| Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness
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| Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness
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| Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness
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| Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness |