| Cancel the apocalypse
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| cartons of the milky way with pictures of a missing planet
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| last seen in pursuit of an American dream
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| this fool actually thinks he can drive his hummer on the moon
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| blasting DMX off the soundtrack of a South Park cartoon
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| niggas used to buy their families out of slavery
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| now we buy chains and links, smokes and drinks
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| they’re paying me to record this, even more if you hear it somebody tell me what you think I should do with the money
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| yes, friend tell me what you think I should do with the money
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| exactly how much is it gonna cost to free Mumia?
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| what’s he gonna do with his freedom? |
| talk on the radio?
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| radio programming is just that — a brainwashin’gleamed of purpose
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| to be honest, some freedom of speech makes me nervous
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| and you looking for another martyr in the form of a man
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| hair like a mane with an outstretched hand
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| in a roar of hearts, thoughts, reactionary defensiveness and counter
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| intelligence
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| what exactly is innocence?
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| fuck it, I do believe in the existence of police brutality
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| who do I make checks payable to? |
| (How 'bout I pay it in prayers?)
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| a young child stares at a glowing screen transfixed by tales of violence
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| his teenage father tells him that that’s life, not that Barney shit
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| a purple dinosaur that speaks of love, a black man that speaks of blood
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| which one is keeping it real, son?
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| who manufactured your steel, son?
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| hardcore, ancient elements at the earth’s core
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| fuck it, I’mma keep speaking 'til my throats sore
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| an emcee told a crowd of hundreds to put their hands in the air
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| an armed robber stepped to a bank and told everyone to put their hands in the air
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| a Christian minister gives his benediction while the congregation hold
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| their hands in the air
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| love the image of the happy Buddha with his hands in the air
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| hands up if you’re confused, define tomorrow
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| your belief system ain’t louder than my car system
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| nigga walked down my block with his rotwiler, a subwoofer on a leash
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| each one teach one
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| the DJ spins a new philosophy into a barren mind
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| I can’t front on it my head nods as if to clear the last image from an etch-a-sketch
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| something like Rakim said- I could quote any emcee, but why should I?
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| how would it benefit me? |
| karmic repercussions
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| are your tales of reality worth their sonic laced discussions?
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| suddenly, the ground shivers and quakes
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| a newborn startles and wakes
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| her mother rushes to her bed side to hold her to her breast
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| milk of sustenance heals and nourishes
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| from the depths of creation life still flourishes
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| yet we focus on death and destruction, violence, corruption
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| my people, let pharaoh go what have you bought into? |
| how much will it cost to buy you out?
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| what have you bought into? |
| how much will it cost to buy you out?
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| what have you bought into? |
| how much will it cost to buy you out?
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| (spoken)
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| how much it gonna cost to buy you out of my mind?
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| penny for a thought, y’all niggas is half steppin’wastin’my time
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| please, nigga what? |
| you talkin to me?
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| please baby, baby, baby can I borrow — can i borrow a nickle, a dime, and
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| that quarter
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| penny for a thought, penny for a thought
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| how much will it cost to buy you out of buyin’into a reality that
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| originally bought you?
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| dime a dozen, y’all niggas a dime a dozen
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| penny for a thought, nigga, c’mon, penny for a thought
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| think fast, think fast, c’mon, time is money
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| time is money, money is time
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| so i keep 7 o’clock in the bank and gain interest in the hour of God
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| I’m saving to buy my freedom, God, grant me wings, I’m too fly not to fly
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| I soared further past humans without wings so I soar
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| and fine tickling the feathers of my wings
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| flying hysterically, over land numerically
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| I am seven mountains higher than the valley of death
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| Seven mountains higher than the valley of death
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| Seven dimensions deeper than dimensions of breath
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| (x12, gradually mixed out)
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| we’re performing an exorcism on all this keep it real-ism
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| violence, sensationalism
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| in the name of the hip hop that nurtured me, cultured me we are ordering all evil entities to exit this body, leave this body
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| in the name of microphone fiends and a young boy’s b-boy dreams
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| we draw you to leave this body, leave this body
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| all evil entities, all wannabe emcees
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| decoys, decoys, send in the true b-boys
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| the true b-boys be men, motherfuckers
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| be men in the name of Scott La Rock
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| in the name of T-La Rock
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| motherfuckers don’t remember how to do the reeboks
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| walk, hop, I told you to leave this body
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| leave this body, leave this body
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| I told you to leave this body
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| leave this body, leave this body
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| motherfuckers must think I’m crazy
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| shit, I think y’all motherfuckers is crazy
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| I want my fuckin’MTV
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| penny for a thought, nigga, penny for a thought
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| what the fuck have you bought into? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Penny For A Thought , by - Saul Williams. Song from the album Amethyst Rock Star, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп