| «…But only here, did that little band of men so advanced beyond their time
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| That the world has never seen their like since
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| Evolve the idea that you and I
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| Have within ourselves the God-given right
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| And the ability to determine our own destiny
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| But freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction
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| We didn’t pass it on to our children in the bloodstream
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| The only way they can inherit the freedom we have known is if we fight for it,
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| protect it, defend it
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| And then hand it to them
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| With the well thought lessons of how they in their lifetime must do the same
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| And if you and I don’t do this
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| Then you and I may well spend our sunset years telling our children,
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| and our children’s children what it once was like in America when men were
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| free.»
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| Say you wanna be free, that’ll cost you
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| Go ahead and make an offer
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| Speak now or hold your peace
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| Gamblin' with your heart, they’re playing for keeps
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| Are you ready to lose?
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| Can you win if you don’t hold any?
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| Say you trying to be, but you don’t know which
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| Say you trying to ball, but you sitting on the bench
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| Wanna be free, but take a stand, fuck the team, break the chains
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| Go ahead, drive the hearse, in reverse, live to die, fuck the lane
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| Matter of fact, fuck the name, I’m what’s next, write the checks, Malcolm X,
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| ready to die, steady and aim
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| Take my life and I’ll remain free (liberation)
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| Yeah (yeah)
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| Say you want a liberation, yeah (yeah)
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| Liberation, yeah (yeah)
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| Liberation, yeah (yeah)
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| Do you want liberation, yeah (yeah)
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| Liberation, yeah (yeah)
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| I’m a extraterrestrial, born in a telescope
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| Dressed like an Eskimo, on point like a decimal
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| Hair to my feet, see the aura is impeccable (yeaaah)
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| The God is within, but I’m sinning with the best of you
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| Floating on a stepping stone, or rather that
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| Super-sport Chevy, got your chick riding heavy on my testicles
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| By any means necessary
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| This is something I’ve been destined to do
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| And when I die, then I’m legendary
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| So frame my picture in the vestibule
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| Next to Sammy Davis
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| Say bitch, I tend to bob-and-weave
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| As though I don’t know where my lane is
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| They want me to stay confined
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| On some suit-and-tie, assembly line
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| From the cradle to the grave shift
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| And that reminds me
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| When I studied all year, got straight aces
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| Stayed out of trouble, kept it straight laced and
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| Carried her books, and bought her Lay’s chips
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| But when I went for a kiss, I got nixed (I just saw you as a friend)
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| Next summer she was running with Dwayne
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| Fresh nigga' with the new J’s (friend)
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| He never went to class, but he stayed paid (friend)
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| And he stayed laid (friend)
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| So I diverted from the safe way
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| And you can still see the chip on my shoulder
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| But I refuse to live life like a robot, it’s a new day
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| In short story, shorter, you gon' do what you told her
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| Or you’ll influence the culture, it’s either hot or it’s colder
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| Run with us, or get ran over
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| Drumhedz
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| The only way they can inherit the freedom we have known
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| Is if we fight for it, protect it, defend it
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| And then hand it to them
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| With the well thought lessons of how they in their lifetime must do the same
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| And If you and I don’t… |