| Skankin' Pickle
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| Fever
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| Ice Cude, Korea Wants A Word With You
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| You threaten us by saying
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| You’ll beat our chop suey asses
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| But chop suey is Chinese food
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| That is eaten by the masses
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| The least you could have done
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| Is got my country’s food right
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| Poolgoogie, jajamnim, chop che
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| Goktoogie
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| Now why in the world would
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| Someone with power in his speech
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| Feel that he can judge an entire race
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| By the few that he has come to hate?
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| I’m just so sick of hate
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| Or maybe hate is sick of me
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| But to judge me without knowing me
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| Is such a disgrace
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| Ice Cube, Korea wants a word with you
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| Fight, fight, fight the power
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| Who’s that?
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| 'Cause if I knew I’d end it all like that
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| But I think the power’s in each
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| One’s self
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| And if we all opened up
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| There would be no more mess
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| And no more race bashing
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| Or gang warfare
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| Or innocent people lying dead
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| From stares
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| It’s making me sick
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| I need a breath of fresh air
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| Give me a chance to think
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| 'cause I know I still care
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| Ice Cube, Korea wants a word with you |