| It wasn’t me
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| I plead the fifth
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| Said I don’t know, it wasn’t me
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| I plead the fifth
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| All quiet in the court now
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| Please take a seat, face the judge who presides in the courthouse
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| Prosecution to the stand in the next case
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| Big business versus woman and man
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| Now this includes the rule of pharmaceuticals
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| Medicines approved to use but they just neuter you
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| Mask the symptoms but they don’t treat the root
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| Of the problem, the object hide the truth
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| Mass addiction go get your prescription
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| Ritalin or vicodin, there’s something for the life your in
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| Dope pusher with a PhD
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| Synthetic warfare on your chi, come follow me
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| It’s for the jury plus the mamas and the babies
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| Sometimes I look around, it’s like we all plum crazy
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| Motrin so the pain can float away
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| And I complain, but I’m the same they addicted me
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| To the numb out, at times I want to dumb out
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| I try to speak the truth in the booth spit a lung out
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| It’s business read the quotes in the fine print
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| The corporates stand accused, what you plead? |
| The fifth
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| I plead the fifth, I know my motherfucking rights
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| Ain’t no justice it’s just ice, so what’s right?
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| And what’s wrong, sometimes I feel like fuck life
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| It’s like the door to opportunity done shut tight
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| Back to baggin', crack mathematics
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| Trying' to keep it intact while this economy’s collapsin'
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| While we swallowin' klonopin’s and aspirin
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| Drowning' in disaster, we’re frowning' while they’re laughing
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| It’s astoundin' how it happens, especially to young black men
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| Get us in they trappers, mentally it’s a massacre
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| And as far as the judicial system, it is inaccurate
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| Political savages fill up prisons like pamplates
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| So it’s me against the system, me against the world
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| Risk my freedom just to feed my little girl, only reason
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| So you know what amendment I’m pleadin'
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| Remember I’m a heathen, death before dishonor, repeat it
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| Jury asking me why I drive a gas hog
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| Why I’d ask the shop to lie so I could pass smog
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| The earth’s hurt, I know the repercussions
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| And so do y’all, we need some deep discussion
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| She keeps sufferin' and we keep hustling'
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| Even if it means other beings take a fuckering
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| I’m leakin' substance but reakin' of a stench
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| I can’t stand myself, y’all stinkin' up the bench, too
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| It’s just the evil that men do
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| Murderin' our mother for greed and the ends soon
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| If we don’t switch our please to guilty and then change
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| It ain’t enough to know better and just say (I plead the fifth)
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| Catalog the chronicles honorably your honor
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| I done learned to keep my karma right, armalite AR
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| And all my life I done said it before
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| I done beat the law I’m Tariq the Moor
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| The streets, it seems that they’re ready to talk
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| I can’t relate the dream state makes everything seem fake
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| Your body into gas as fast as cremation
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| (i) feel elation, erasin' freebasin' freemason’s
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| A true friend, I blow herb
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| Medu nen: that’s no words
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| And the crews like goldy in the realm of the rosi
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| While the chicks try and hold me like composure
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| All the little stories your tellin', irrelevant, you’re lyin'
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| Intelligent design, the alien invasion
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| Stress, I got greys
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| Now I had the barber hit the line with the razor
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| Rehearsal? |
| Homie he late, but the verse gon' be great
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| Who plead the fifth? |
| Y’all speakin' the first 48 |