| Celebrity the new drug
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| In america
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| Gotta have it Gotta be it So the young ones see it Watch out now
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| Looka here now
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| In these get rich or die tryin times
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| Greed that i see
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| Got these cats
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| Whipped by tv 3 generations of fatherless women
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| We drownin instead of swimmin
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| This aint what yall asked for
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| Thats what they locked ya ass up for
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| And closed the door
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| Beyond these streets
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| These kids is always watchin
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| See it aint been the same
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| Since teen summitt left the game
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| Off the air, who cares?
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| Now kids get programmed
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| Ask their peoples
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| Who buy them almost everything the stars wear
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| People see, people do See the new pied pipers
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| Got a hold on you
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| Back to the boogaloo
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| Get a shot
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| So you wont catch the flu
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| Dont get shot
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| And get a hole in you
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| Im talkin advanced
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| But goin back at the same time
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| Rewind
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| So what, some of this song dont rhyme
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| Like i said
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| Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time
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| Fear
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| So leave a little room for god
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| Up in here
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| Back in the day
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| Even real pimps, hustlers, players
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| Told young cats
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| Cmon get their lives on track
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| These raps you hear today
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| Is a bad ass act
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| Im here to tell it Like it ought to be It aint no kids fault to me 35 year olds
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| Actin 16
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| Know what i mean
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| You dont work, mean you dont eat
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| You need more than a ball
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| And some bomb ass beats
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| New kicks on your feet
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| Need your mind in these time
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| To compete
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| Make your world complete
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| Sweet not sour
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| Thats what they really call fightin the power
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| Here it is, no fable
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| I put it all on the table
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| Spendin my time
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| Identifyin whos behind
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| Some of these labels
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| Who profit off the spit
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| Some of the same way same cats
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| That owned them ships
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| Yes
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| Its a business
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| Butslavery was too
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| Prison industrial complex
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| New slavery lookin to own you
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| Ownin the labels, stations, jails and cemeteries
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| Thug life
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| Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop
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| Somebody behind
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| Makin up your own damn mind
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| Signed, sealed delivered
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| In a nigger package
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| So dumb you cant hear
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| The ignorance protected
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| By the backpacker
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| Who co signed the say so Claimin they dig the flow
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| Filled wit jim crow
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| Return of the old negro
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| How you gonna say no to drugs
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| If you dont say no to thugs
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| See the government
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| Sweep it deep
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| Under the rug |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Preachin' To The Quiet, artist - Public Enemy. Album song New Whirl Odor, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп