| I hear echoes, where anger cry, feel me?
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| I bring tears to the angel eye, and paint pictures
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| with a pen, for the saints that die
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| Why you happy go lucky, off of record label lies
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| I make, rebel music, verse the devil’s illusion
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| This time, they can’t pacify the revolution
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| Even if they plan to pay us back, retrobution
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| I revoke to be part of their couch, cuz we don’t own
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| Enough boats, to be shipping in no bundles of coke
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| I can’t advertise, on killin’my folks, who dead broke
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| While I’m thinkin’of my ancestors, hung on ropes
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| Black queens havin’seeds while she’s strung on dope
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| I resurrected Nat Turner with this song that I wrote wrote
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| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin'
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| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample
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| Rebel Music on my side always, this be the theme for the UBP’s
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| O.G.'s, and they young seeds
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| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin'
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| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample
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| Rebel Music on my side always, I rebel against the true system
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| A young man givin’old wisdom, over soul witness
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| I try to stay out of drama, give my life to the heavenly father
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| '92 had a fetish for them heavy revolvers
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| We die as martyrs, underground, call me Osama
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| Plant seeds like a farmer, off of positive karma
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| Spiritual armor, bring me more medals of honor
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| I’m not your average M.C., son, my level is sharper
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| The ghetto is smarter, children of them biblical authors
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| Abraham, lost sheep, must continue the saga
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| Revelations, 2 and 9 prove that Christ was darker
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| Than the paintings on your walls, and your living room halls
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| Tatooed on your arms, and you chains and charms
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| Tell moms that I love her, God, for singing me songs
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| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin'
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| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample
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| Rebel Music, Rebel Music’s on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
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| Live in the ghetto, and I die in the ghetto, ghetto
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| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin'
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| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample
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| My mind be crumb, the revolutionary seven needs
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| They raised up in the eighties, with these crack babies
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| Rest in peace on my project walls, a young drug lord
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| It’s either rap now, or basketball
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| Everybody gotta jersey on, thinkin’they be murdering songs
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| Same hoes that put burberry on You only learn when your hustle is wrong, you stepped your game
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| Shooters miss, when they aim up, Bush applied and they blamed us Do a coke bust, hit the crib, say Bin Laden blew it up Locked up, half of my raise, until we wise up Rise up, and master our faith, word |
| up, son
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| I’m a true black brother, ask Angie Stone
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| Papa was a rolling stone, Razah be the heir to the throne
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| Now I got check writers, ears to the phone
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| Meetings with big businessmen in other timezones
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| Chrome registered guns, two educated sons
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| Goons ready to ill when the revolution comes
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| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin'
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| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample
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| Rebel Music on my side always
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| you’ll be back like young black geronimo jacks
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| With a calico, trenchcoats and godfather hats
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| I’m lettin’the music on the side, and waitin'
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| forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample
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| Afro picks, black leather gloves and Cadillac’s
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| Marvin Gaye tracks, straps like Ron O’Neal
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| Rest in peace, Bobby Seals, Bobby Seals
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| Lived to die, for revolutionary music, rest in peace
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| Tupac Ashata Shakur, get up, stand up Lived to die, for revolution music
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| Rest in peace to all the brothers in the ghetto
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| Didn’t make it, get up stand up, don’t give up the fight
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| Lived to die, for revolution music
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| Said get up, stand up, revolution to the only black
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| Sun of Man, the son of god
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| Get up, stand up, rest in peace, to all my brothers Tard and Clint
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| Cousin Jason, Ghetto Government Officials, died for rebel music
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| Signed, sealed and delivered
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| I’m lettin’on the side, and waitin’forward, to lettin’the music, will let me ride — sample |