| Yeah, beca-ca, beca-ca, because I’m paranoid
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| Beca-ca, beca-ca, because I’m paranoid
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| Beca-ca, beca-ca, because I’m paranoid
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| Hey, hey, yeah!
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| No boundaries, no borders, we crossin many waters
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| Them haters can’t ignore us, the government record us
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| They used to take our sons and think it’s fun to rape our daughters … no!
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| Our healthcare system pitiful, that’s how hospitals' profitable
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| They try to put the drugs inside of you, lie to you, say that you gonna die
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| tomorrow
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| So why pay? |
| That’s not logical
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| See the bullshit that they try to pull? |
| … whoa!
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| They tappin laptops like a bad plot out of a bad movie, Obama say it ain’t so
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| In a perfect world coalition of the willing is really coalition of the rainbow
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| Who the enemy? |
| Who the friend in need?
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| How do you choose your target, who you aim for? |
| What you aim for? |
| … damn!
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| Still running with the race but I’m runnin at a pace
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| So fast, you collapse, gotta let it go
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| Wondering if my concentration on the race misplaced, turn your marks, set,
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| ready, go
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| Evolutionary flow, every luminary glow
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| When he show what the revolutionary know, oh! |
| Blaap!
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| Shot to make you famous, we’re in your face with bangers
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| About to face some danger, I just misplace my anger
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| The violence entertain us, rappers took the place of sangers
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| Mama said don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk to strangers
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| Gotta let the people know from the get go
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| Bun B is a product of the ghetto
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| Good or bad man I just can’t let go
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| No I ain’t a rich man but I’m still set though
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| And I’m still on the grind tryin to get dough
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| Why the government wanna keep me in debt for?
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| They wanna keep me in debt for?
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| Look at AIG and the bailouts
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| Steppin on the fish just so you can help the whale out
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| Got his ass on 'em or should I say tail out
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| Need another job like a paper or a mail route
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| Bring the fresh fest in, take the stale out
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| Make it rain D.C. and I’m a pull a pail out …
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| Man I’m a pull a pail out, know what I’m sayin?
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| Cause I’m stuck in the mud like a tractor
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| I ain’t gotta lie plus I’m not a good actor
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| Bullshit laws that they enact to
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| Keep us locked out the big game in the back bro
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| I got sacked now I gotta get a sack to
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| Make ends meet cause the money is a factor
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| Oh yeah the money is a factor … damn!
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| Now I’m back on the block for the hustle
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| Used to be hot, now your boy just cold
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| Gotta build my bread up and my muscle
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| Haters talk down, sometimes it’s a tussle
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| But the smoke gonna clear and the dust’ll settle
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| Now it’s like Def Jam with no Russell
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| Like Def Jam with no Russell … We’ll be alright though |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strangers (Paranoid) , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Revolutions Per Minute, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп