| {*sampled singer singing «Be a man»
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| And «bad situation man» throughout the song*}
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| Yeah it’s Bobby Digital
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| Just floatin over the city
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| I came across this, this, this black man
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| He was talkin about (look down below)
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| Sure of yourself rising, prices of food skyrising
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| Foreign countries movin in USA, enterprising
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| Snatchin your mic then speakin, while you might be leaking
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| Then losin the luxury, average man be seeking
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| Thought he was so smart; |
| ho’s cheating, life fall apart
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| Fucking a hundred bitches couldn’t mend a broken heart
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| Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk
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| Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from work
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| Nine-to-five, government high taxes
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| Police dispatches, Beauracatics attackin black Asiatics
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| Resident with bad plumbing, Cocaine got my brain numb
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| And bitch complained about cumming, pussy stay humming;
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| $ 200 parking, summons out of state warrants
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| High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
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| Got me gaining weight, fuckin up my right kidney
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| Cousin raped at school, Eli Whitney
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| Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by faux penmanship, with unpaid doctor bills
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| Framed got shot and killed, cops popping pills
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| Three pair cotton, steel closet, cabinet of no frills
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| Mo' bills, sister got evicted from Park Hill
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| Punch a hole inside the NARC wheels
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| My dogs bark, still carry dark steel
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| And unmarked bills, I’m from the uncut, dope, found on director’s reels
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| Bobby Digital may switch back to Bobby Steels
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| Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate
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| So hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird’s weight
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| Rash break out, where’s the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments
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| Un-proudly in the church paid for annointment
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| Better checks don’t come late
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| About to separate with her man
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| In the city, domestic violence escalates
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| Get a highest ratio in five years, the idea is to plant fear
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| Boy you slap yo' bitch, po-lice is there
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| To cuff you or snuff you, they might bust you
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| Cause your ho snatched your money up, didn’t want to fuck you
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| We must learn to communicate, and unificate
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| Stop the black on black, hate on hate
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| White on white, black on white, put the love in love
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| I’m blunted up, blasted inside the strip club
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| Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love
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| And mo' dough so she won’t have to show her knotty afro
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| Collect call from my son denial, said he might blow trial, or cop out to 3 to 6
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| Bad situations, being a man is hard shit, something’ll get trapped out I mean,
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| yo
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| You got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots
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| Black teens drop out of high school, white boys selling stock
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| With bonds they can’t put their word on
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| 20 years, shorty wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on
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| Up in the crib, new fridge, of dead pig
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| Two kids, from this older cat who looked like Calvin Coolidge
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| But got splat in his back last year, robbing this jew inside the diamond
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| district
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| No one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuit
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| I’m booby trapped by the capitalists, trying to subsist
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| Sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfish, or a bowl of Cookie Crisp
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| I got harassed by this rookie bitch
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| Talkin' 'bout I couldn’t put my feet on the fire hydrant to tie my kicks
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| $ 50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picket
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| And shout at the City Hall, motherfuck the wicked
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| And greedy, give to the needy
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| Down on my luck, about to grab a ouija board, that’s when Bobby Digi seen me
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| Said, «Yo son, don’t stress out over no one, learn the slogan:
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| Knowledge is half the battle, that’s one to grow on
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| And don’t be counterfeit
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| It’s a bad situation just being a man, but we got to handle it»
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| Bad situation we in bein' a man |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Be A Man, artist - RZA. Album song Digital Bullet, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп