| With vice I hold the mike device
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| With force I keep it away of course
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| And I’m keepin’you from sleepin'
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| And on stage I rage
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| And I’m rollin'
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| To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
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| Not bluffin', it’s nothin'
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| That we ain’t did before
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| We played you stayed
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| The points made
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| You consider it done
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| By the prophets of rage
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| (Power of the people say)
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| I roll with the punches so I survive
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| Try to rock 'cause it keeps the crowd alive
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| I’m not ballin', I’m just callin'
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| But I’m past the days of yes y’allin'
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| Wa wiggle round and round
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| I pump, you jump up Hear my words my verbs
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| And get juiced up I been around a while
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| You can descibe my sound
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| Clear the way
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| For the prophets of rage
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| (Power of the people say)
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| I rang ya bell
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| Can you tell I got feelin'
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| Just peace at least
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| Cause I want it Want it so bad
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| That I’m starvin'
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| I’m like Garvey
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| So you can see B It’s like that, I’m like Nat
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| Leave me the hell alone
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| If you don’t think I’m a brother
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| Then check the chromosomes
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| Then check the stage
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| I declare it a new age
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| Get down for the prophets of rage
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| Keep you from gettin’like this
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| You back the track
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| You find we’re the quotable
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| You emulate
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| Brothers, sisters thats beautiful
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| Follow a path
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| Of positivity you go Some sing it or rap it Or harmonize it through Go-Go
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| Little you know but very
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| Seldom I do party jams
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| About a plan
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| I’m considered the man
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| I’m the recordable
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| But God made it affordable
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| I say it, you play it Back in your car or even portable
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| Stereo
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| Describes my scenario
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| Left or right, Black or White
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| They tell lies in the books
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| That you’re readin'
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| It’s knowledge of yourself
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| That you’re needin'
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| Like Vescey or Prosser
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| We have a reason why
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| To debate the hate
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| That’s why we’re born to die
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| Mandela, cell dweller, Thatcher
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| You can tell her clear the way for the prophets of rage
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| (Power of the people you say)
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| It’s raw and keepin’you on the floor
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| Its soul and keepin’you in control
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| It’s pt. |
| 2 cause I’m
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| Pumpin’what you’re used to Until the whole juice crew
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| Gets me in my goose down
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| I do the rebel yell
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| And I’m the duracell
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| Call it plain insane
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| Brothers causein’me pain
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| When a brothers a victim
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| And the sellers a dweller in a cage
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| Yo, run the accapella
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| (Power of the people say) |