| Oh yeah. |
| It’s time for us to unite.
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| All tribes. |
| Uh. |
| Hispanic brothers.
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| Black brothers. |
| Mexicano.
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| Know why?
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| Chorus: Killah Priest
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| In the ways of the world today
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| It’s so easy us to stray away
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| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
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| Material things keep us blind
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| I hear the souls of the fallen soldiers
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| Calling for Jehovahs, bitten by the king cobras
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| And boa constrictors which convict ya
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| Nothing but hoes in liquor stores
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| Cops who handcuff us in the figure four
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| I try to endure, but when it rains it pours
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| Amongst the pure and the poor, I’m sure there’s war
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| Bless the child, born naked and wild
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| Life hectic and foul, I used to watch crowds bow
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| Until I was exiled from miles, must of landed reptiles
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| And the gentles, trying not to lose the mental
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| Abuse a gin for a while, taking straight shots
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| Hold my brother behind the gates, locked
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| Beat and backed by the state cops
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| Stripped of our language, walked around nameless
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| Amongst the strangest, a heart full of anguish
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| Taught life is dangerous, devil 'copter aimed at us
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| Society is to gain our trust, fuck a nine to five
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| I squeeze the 95−0, watch 'em die slow
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| Cuz you know that I know
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| Chorus: Trebag
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| In the ways of the world today
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| It’s so easy us to stray away
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| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
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| Material things keep us blind
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| Stop killing your own, hitting your peeps with sticks and stones
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| Off the negative roams, is what the babies bring home
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| Teach 'em self-condonment in the dome, make the brain a stronger bone
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| Why pull a muscle in this tustle
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| All your hell is a high kettle, burning cuz I’m black
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| My realm is shillack, my wooden floor’s got a crack
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| Millonium, laced a strayed with the plutoneum, land mines I’m blowing 'em
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| Nuclear geranium I aiming at 'em, grenades I’m throwing 'em
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| Walking through my war field, you yield to my heal
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| Regurgitate to a lead vile, when your ill
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| I see the blood spill, aspirin needs the pill
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| Chorus: Hell Razah
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| In the ways of the world today
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| It’s so easy us to stray away
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| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
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| Material things keep us blind
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| This one is for my brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers
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| Y’all money lovers, killing one another
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| Some think the life of a millionaire’s the way to go
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| Chasing hoes through tunnels, streets, convertibles
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| Go out and spend they dough on weed, cars, gold
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| Expensive clothes, something black owns
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| They pack chrome, kill where they live at
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| Still got to go home, catch the jewels from the Macabees
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| For tracks from my honeycomb ways of the world
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| Got girls on they needs, shorties showing they privacy
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| For a bag of weed, before she had a seed
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| And bit off the greed off the money tree
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| Can it be this world of simplicity, negativity runs the city
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| Plus the slaves around me, like lost in king’s county
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| Like lost in king’s county
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| Chorus: Killah Priest
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| In the ways of the world today
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| It’s so easy us to stray away
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| Go to keep our mind from all the drugs and crime
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| Material things keep us blind |