| At this point my industry colleague who first opened the meeting
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| Took the floor again and answered our questions
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| He told us that since our employers
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| Had become silent investors in this prison business
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| It was now in their interests to keep these prisons filled
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| Our job was to help make this happen
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| By marketing music which promotes criminal behavior
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| Rap music being of choice
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| He assured us that this would be a great situation for us
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| Because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our
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| companies
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| And as employees, we’d be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons
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| Immediate silence came over the room
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| Your Robocop can’t even read my rights
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| Look into his eyes I see the spite
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| Real evil like
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| Guess 'cause I’m black he don’t gotta be polite
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| That what they treat my people like
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| I’m turning the other cheek tonight
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| Cause if I have my heater I take him to the dark side at the speed of light
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| See his life
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| Flash before his eyes
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| That would be a sight
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| The theme song for the murder
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| We gon' be alright
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| But I ask myself, will we really
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| Is it hope for you and me
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| We killing each other with hollows
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| We giving each other them tips with no gratuity
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| We killing each other with more impunity than immunity
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| Even those in the so-called woke community
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| Arguing with each other how we can broker unity
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| Its lunacy
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| Living in this country already roped us beautifully
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| Strange fruit, history wrote the eulogy
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| Provoke the fooler, I tote the tool with me
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| For my own kind
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| Cause we was educated by the wrong minds
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| That fact took a long time
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| To register
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| Like standing in a long line
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| But now that we know, its go time
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| Like the O-line at the goal line
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| And I’m strapped with so many chrome nines
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| I’m armed to the neck, like a clothesline
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| And me and my girl, yeah we both tote iron
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| Main ones talking about pride
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| We both lying
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| You know the science
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| The government wanna bust you
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| Niggas you don’t know wanna crush you
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| Plus you gotta look out for niggas that’s close enough to say I love you
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| Be the ones at arm’s reach the quickest to touch you
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| Here’s a future, fuck you
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| If you’re plotting on me
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| Why’s your spirit so rotten homie
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| I was only begging for a drop of water
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| The sun was hotter than lava
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| While you was in master’s house with Chach and Jonie
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| Watching
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| But I possess perception
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| A diamond tester I can spot you phonies
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| They’ll never call me Toby
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| Better yet they’ll call me monster Cody
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| Obi-Wan Kenobi
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| Chopping you like a top shinobi
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| Chop you slowly then I drop your brody
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| I gotta
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| I leave you armless like them jackets we used to cop from Zody’s
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| That’s west coast shit
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| Even these old ass coons can get the full clip
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| Like a minotaur having menopause intercourse
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| Beating them old pussies up, yup
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| We with that bullshit
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| Cut you like glass, put you in a grave
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| Bitch you like school skipped
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| Bitch you got it twisted
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| I’m wavy as a cruise ship
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| Sink a nigga quicker than a snitches loose lips
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| I guard my karma like my faith’s Hindu
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| I put armor on my dharma
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| I went from a ghetto black bastard
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| To a black Jedi master
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| I’m Mace Windu
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| I snatch souls
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| Place them into black holes
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| I put 'em in the same place I shoved time and space into
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| I’m on levels you ain’t been to
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| My life entry 122
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| Today I realized that
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| For most of my life people wanted to wrong things from me
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| People wanted me to be what they wanted me to be
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| Close friends and associates wanted me to be gangster
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| You know
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| Not in the sense of gangbanging but
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| In the sense of doing gangster shit you know like
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| How many kilos can we get
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| Plug me with your plug
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| Yo I got this credit cards here we can do this with
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| I got these profiles we can do that with
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| How many pound of weed them niggas got that you was talking about
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| We can go there and get them
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| Yo you got your pistol on you
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| These niggas around the corner tripping, let’s light 'em up
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| Even bitches you know like
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| Chicks like
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| Choke me and point your gun at me while you fuck me
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| Fuck me doggystyle with your bulletproof vest on
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| Even police you know like
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| They wanted me to be a criminal before they knew
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| Before I knew what crime was
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| They wanted me to be a criminal
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| Treated me like one
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| Before I was even of the age to try anything sideways
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| You know so
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| There was never a lot of people in my life
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| Who said hey, let’s start a business, let’s do something creative
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| People who tried to bring out the leadership in me
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| Or
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| Anything positive |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mace Windu, artist - KXNG Crooked. Album song Good vs. Evil II: The Red Empire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп