| Full blown, rap, rock and roll
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| Whatever happened to solid gold?
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| Ain’t like it can’t and won’t get sold
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| Sold by the same cats that stole your soul
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| Back on a track, don’t sound too old
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| What’s goin' on? |
| I don’t know, it’s trouble
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| Back in black to bust that bubble
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| Black Superman’s back and not Daredevil
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| Don’t wear throwbacks cause I’m a throwback
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| So I threw that throwback on the racks
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| So let’s go back, just way on back
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| Before 8 tracks and Cadillacs
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| Cats still on crack, screamin' what they lack
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| And it started with your baby on Similac
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| Don’t get me started, get it up to speed
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| Gettin' back your soul is what you need
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| Black is back
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| Get on the soul train, get your soul drained
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| If your soul’s drained, backed right to your brain
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| Keep the peoples away from P.E. |
| the peeps
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| So the top 10 joints kill 'em all asleep
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| So what they got, you think is hot
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| But the real things in life, your soul forgot
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| Don’t hear it on the radio or MTV
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| I damn don’t know about BET
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| If we can’t reach 'em, damn can’t teach 'em
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| Somebody hatin' cause we got the information
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| Do this once a moon like an eclipse
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| So back to them politics off my lips
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| Tell the scared beware of them ghetto tricks
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| Tell the government, please stay off my dick
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| The Cris whatever I never sip
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| Keep the whole damn bottle, I don’t even trip |