| Its been a long and whining road
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| Even though time keeps a changin
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| Ima bring it all back home
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| I been told i spit lyrics wit politics
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| Why wouldnt i?
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| Says negro on my birth certificate
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| Born in 1960 in a nation
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| Throughout / ive been a spokesperson
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| For a generation
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| Within the same ol fear of a black planet
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| 20 years of blood sweat and no tears for fanatics
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| So damn it If times is hard
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| Time is god
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| Understand it Never took time for granted
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| Its all right ma As child of the sixties
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| All along the watchtower
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| I cant bet they gonna miss me Im only bleeding
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| Every grain in me Fans if not for you
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| There be no pe
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| From the nashville skyline
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| Girls in south country
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| In this world gone wrong
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| So heres another love song
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| We came a long way baby
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| You know whats amazin
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| The surprise we told these new guys
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| Flav has always been crazy
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| Hit london 87 like it was an invasion
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| Toured the world for 3 years
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| Hell with vacation
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| Vocation of vocalization
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| Especially with the impact of it takes a nation
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| Of millions to hold us back
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| You bet theres blood on them bomb squad tracks
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| Black steel, baseheads, party for your right to fight
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| Prophets of rage, bring the noise
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| Dont believe the hype
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| Cant do nuttin for you man
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| 911 is a joke
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| 20 years we got here by actin like common folk
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| Touring the world like a rolling stone
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| Then the nineties came
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| Welcomed yall to the terrordome
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| Some threw it away, instead of something to say
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| Cause the streets still ended up havin no names
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| Since rebel without a pause beats were never the same
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| And by 1998 we still had game.
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| Only a pawn in the game
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| Chastised for namin names
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| What was said and who said it Anti nothing so forget it Tears of rage left a friend
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| Blowin in the wind
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| But time is god
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| Been back for 10 years and black again
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| Some of them same cats
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| Help usher in gangster rap
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| Damn our interviews were better than a lotta them acts.
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| Praised the gangsta
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| Just because it sold
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| While consciousness
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| Went from platinum to gold
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| Seen a nation reduce fight the power to gin and juice
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| Some people gave it up and turned it loose.
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| Beethoven, bach brahms
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| I want some james brown
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| Even bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry
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| Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy
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| Heard some call me an uncle tom
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| Now thats petty
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| I’m a songwriter fool
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| I condense sense from right and wrong
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| Livin in the key of protest songs
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| From basement tapes
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| Beyond them dollars and cents
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| Changin of the guards spent
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| Where the--went
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| Most of their time out of mind
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| Hatin my mess age rhymes
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| Cant truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna
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| But they made a day fit for a king
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| By the time we got to arizona
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| Tommorrows a long time
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| We got god on our side
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| Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride
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| A poison goin on Shelter from the storm
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| Hard rain gonna fall
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| Still the people rock on. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Long and Whining Road , by - Public Enemy. Song from the album How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп