| From the depths of hell, it was felt from all the fire and pain
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| As they rained on the brains of black men
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| Contraband as they planned by they never thought
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| They they would get caught, let alone by a black man
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| Take and rape, shape your brain and claim
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| That what’s ours is his, so you fear the white race
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| And hate and never think about the fact we built it all
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| Got you thinking all the black can do is crawl
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| So you lose when you chose to be duped
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| Now crew from Bush and Duke play the flute
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| I shoot, cause I ain’t never gave a FUCK about a skunk
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| But some brothers want to go out like a punk
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| Now they fade fade creams and contacts
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| Used to be black, start scheming and kinda acting
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| Ask the false facts, to back to genocide
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| It ain’t no wonder the strong black man’s died
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| Make way for a panther, right! |
| (Repeat 8x)
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| Yeah, uh, damn, catch a nosebleed |