| Oh yeah, alright
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| Hell yeah, that’s tight
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| Oh yeah, alright
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| Hell yeah, that’s tight
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| I’m Boots Riley, they ain’t merc’d me yet
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| Gon' get shit popping like Percocet
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| Got pent up anger that ain’t surfaced yet
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| Two stepping like the boss dispersed the check
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| Imagine this hymn is a hand grenade
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| Asphalt sheet rock serenade
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| Jack and Coke is the marinade
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| But we sober up quick at the barricades
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| Joint in my mouth, pass the fire
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| Everything out they mouth is a pacifier
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| I’m not preaching, ask the choir
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| The green one, the red one, mash the wire
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| Capital camouflaged with fashion
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| Fasten the shelltoes on to the assassin
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| Dash in security, mall expansion
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| Whatever I wear, know I’m here to be clashin'
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| Oh yeah, alright
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| Hell yeah, that’s tight
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| Oh yeah, alright
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| Hell yeah, that’s tight
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| We came to bleed electricity
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| We came to bleed electricity
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| It’s a celebration
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| Just got mail for the sales I’m making
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| Dressed up, I’m Big L, tell the neighbors
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| We the new beat party, don’t stop the rage
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| It’s profit, boss shit gains
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| You know me, I been killing the pain, feeling the rain
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| When I’m feeling this I’m feeling estranged, venomous rage
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| Getting into this, filling the page, criminal gangs
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| Do my nigga shit, militant aim
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| Brrrrah, gimme that change
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| I got a bullet and I’m willing to bang
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| Get your ass so benedict you’re willing to get slain
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| Get dangerous with me, baby
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| Wanna see to blame me who with big black reins
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| Beat change, switch lanes on the L train
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| Get your brain blown back, that’s a 12-gauge
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| Oh yeah, alright
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| Hell yeah, that’s tight
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| Oh yeah, alright
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| Hell yeah, that’s tight
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| Hey hey hey hey
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| Hey hey hey hey |