| This is a warning, another cut to move on Another beat that’s so strong
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| Hold on and I get wicked in this song
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| Stirr up shit as the wit gets wisdom
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| P-Dog comin’up, I’m staying low
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| Pro-black and it ain’t no joke
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| Comin’straight from the mod that broke shit last time
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| Now I’m back with a brand new sick rhyme
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| So black check time and tempo
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| Revolution ain’t never been simple
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| Following the path from Allah for know just
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| Build your brain and we’ll soon make progress
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| Paid your dues, don’t snooze or lose
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| That came with the masterplan that got you
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| So know who’s opposed to the dominant dark skin
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| Food for thought as a law for the brother man
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| P-Dog with a gift from heaven
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| Tempo 116.7
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| Keeps you locked in time with the program
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| When I get wild I pile on dope jams
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| They spit on your flag and government
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| Cause help the black was a concept never meant
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| Nigger please, foodstamps and free cheese
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| Can’t be the cure for a sick disease
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| Just the way the devil had planned it Rape then pillage everyone on the planet
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| Then give 'em fake gods at odds with Allah
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| Love thy enemy and all that hooplah
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| Hear close to the words I wrote
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| Crack, cocaine are genocide on black folks
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| Cool when I write mine, never coulda missed this
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| Damn right when you think seditious
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| And I move swiftly, you can’t get with me The triple six moved quick but missed me When I came off involved in conscience
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| So don’t ask why next time I start this
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| Now let’s get wild, allow me to freestyle
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| I build and fill your mind up with know-how
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| Common sense, a defense to next time
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| A pig tried to step to this, listen
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| Never let someone work on ya They don’t belong 'till they set you from
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| Ya can’t be intrigued by the leads a pig lead
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| Unless you don’t give a fuck to be free
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| Keep stompin’on, keep stompin'
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| Attitude but I ain’t from Compton
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| I can’t be fucked around or muffed around
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| I can’t be held down, check the sound
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| And keep in tuned on point on target
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| The revolution won’t be thwarted
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| A set back, cause my man it’s plain to see
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| Lost in a white surpremacy
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| So let the rhythm roll on while I kick this
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| Brothers gonna work it out, with a quickness
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| And now you know just why a panther went crazy
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| The devil made me… |