| Yeah yeah, well alright now
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| Check it out, it goes, well it goes, well it goes
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| «One, two, three, four»
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| It goes fuck what you heard what you thought what you said
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| Forget everything you know what you were told or read
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| 'Bout to tell it like it is, if it’s over your head
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| You better pick it up and learn it, code is closer to red
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| You’ve mostly been fed, one side you’re mostly misled
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| They want you tunin out shit well listen closely instead
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| Fact is, if you don’t then you only gon' get
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| 'Bout half of what you should know but don’t know yet
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| Yo don’t let yourself be tamed by the TV
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| Radio’s got the same ten songs on repeat
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| The papers claim to be the vein of the free thinkin man
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| But man, y’all need to stop sleepin
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| And if I can find the rhyme to save them
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| Make them wake the fuck up and shake the dust off
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| I’d stop and say it for God’s sake
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| I’d take a boombox and play it and make you not complacent
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| You own 'Pac and hate it, we won’t stop 'til we top the playlist
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| Your whole block and nation indoctrinated (Sweatshop)
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| We save the way you thought
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| But never put into words to rock the crowd and start the mayhem
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| Drop the 808 and take away the things you’re taught
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| Sing along if you can sing or not
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| Everybody two-step, let your fingers pop
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| All the girls make noise when we hittin the spot |