| All the brothers from Brooklyn, will you raise your hand?
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| Thank you…
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| All the brothers from Manhattan, will you raise your hand?
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| (Uh, uh)
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| All the brothers from the Bronx, will you raise your hand? |
| (Yeah,
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| a Universal fam)
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| All the brothers from Queens, will you raise your hand?
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| (oh. NGE)
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| All the brothers from Staten Island, will you raise your hand?
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| (Uh, ok)
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| All the brothers from Westchester, will you raise your hand?
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| Yo, check me out, General Monk-Monk style
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| Run devils across the desert, two thousand, 200 miles
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| And make 'em walk every step of the way
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| Strip 'em down, take everything away
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| Send 'em to the mountainous caves
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| Two thousand years of lonely stage
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| Musa slept in the ring of fire
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| Bringing knowledge of how to steal & be a liar
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| He tried to be a civilizer, thirty three & one third degrees
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| Wiser, we taught him how to build a home
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| And how to live a respectable life
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| And how to master the original man
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| Which was the plan of the father as a boy
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| Now six years old, playing with steel
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| He saw opposites attract and that everything’s real
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| And if you put your mind to it, by the force of your will
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| The thoughts manifest to be able to kill
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| I’m just glad we to the point, that we able to build
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| If we could only stay able, maybe we will
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| Original man is first
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| I wanna say peace to the Gods & the Earths
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| My universal fam, living out the universal plan
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| Aiyo, tell 'em who I am (G-O-D)
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| We at the mosque prayin', nickel bags of black
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| Foto stacks, it’s ganja season
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| Yeah, now, what up, my dude 'lax
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| Yo, blowin' coffins, keep bagging
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| We gon' show the government it ain’t about blacks
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| It’s only bout stacks
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| Furnish labs, ballin' crabs, Houston Oiler mask
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| Reeboks, tennis yellow, fellow goin' mad
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| The game is stupid, these teams, they keep sneechin' yo
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| What’s the reason? |
| Too much pussy, to get records to rag, yo
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| I’m one of the rap’s boldest, fold-smith
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| Paper cut in my hand, I got eleven fingerprints, hold that
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| Back to the filty ugly, Bugsy, rugby thugs
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| With no love, slugs, silver ones throw these
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| Split niggas temples, forget, the shit’s freshly squeezed
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| Roll that Nestle, the vet’s seen in rentals
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| Fly language, lick the sawed-off and spray you
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| Aiyo, Allah is one, I’m done, no playin', nigga
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| Original man is first
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| I wanna say peace to the Gods & the Earths
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| My universal fam, living out the universal plan
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| Aiyo, tell 'em who I am (G-O-D)
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| Yes, last Sunday of the month, so to Harlem we went
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| No clubbin', to Parliaments and Harriett Tubman
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| Peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths
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| Peace to the Seeds, peace to the Birth
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| Of the Nation of the Five Percent, rap sent
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| Intelligent brothers, to represent
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| Allah Justice made the knowledge born
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| You find the Gods from the jails to the colledge dorms
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| You got to 'know the ledge' to 'wise the dom'
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| And understand your culture of freedom
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| Power Equally with the Gods
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| So you can build and born your cipher, uh
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| All your life, you must teach truth
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| Of the true and living God not a mystery spook
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| And when you do that, pursue that goal
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| Which made the student enroll
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| And only then you’ll prosper
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| Original man is first
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| I wanna say peace to the Gods & the Earths
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| My universal fam, living out the universal plan
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| Aiyo, tell 'em who I am (G-O-D)
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| I am he who, wrote the Bible and Quran
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| Who has walked on this planet from Knowledge to Born
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| Led in the right direction easily I
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| Offer jewels to those in need of protection
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| Use mathematics to gain answers to questions
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| King Kasim God Allah, show forth and prove sun, moon and stars
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| Raised from the dead by science into the knowledge of God
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| And now I know what civilization means
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| And I strive to teach that to these cats
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| But it seems that, they got a pin stuck in they head or something
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| Walking around but they’re mentally dead
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| They ask for jewels and I give 'em bread
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| But some digest that food for thought that they were fed
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| My wisdom bears fruit Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head
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| Supreme Being Blackman, the Dred
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| I… shared equality with Jamar
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| Eyes red, bloodfire y’all! |
| All hail the Ghetto Messiah
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| Truth bringer in the midst of these snakes
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| I… make Knowledge Born going through whatever it takes
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| Whether I build or destroy, I can cause earthquakes
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| Adding on to the positive, shining light
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| As this earth rotates and rotates and rotates |