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I'm a walkin' contradiction like bullets and love mixin'
Slur my words with perfect diction, I'm guilty of my convictions
Complicated compositions, punctuated propositions
It's tenacious two-step, audio with ambition
Make you rev your transmission in the intersection twistin'
When the Henny hits the ground, sidewalks will be christened
I'm so nervous and sweaty that this gat might slip out my hand
A homeless dude need a tip in his can
He put his bid in this man, now it's just bitterness man
We need to better this plan, I'm not just spittin' at fam
When I'm runnin' from the police I don't have to rush
I'm so dope I just jump in the toilet and flush
We cut it boil it and hush, 'luminum foil it and such
Tryin' to catch the few bucks them big boys didn't clutch
We use a tweezers for crutch, when we done burned down the dutch
But when they Starsky & Hutch, we just shit out of luck
Ay, obviously what we've been doin so far ain't workin'
Get your hustle right
Learn the game tight
Ain't no spectatin'
You up in this fight
And uh, y'know
Pick a bigger weapon
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(Check it out now)
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
(That's just polite, check it out now)
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
(That's just polite)
Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed
I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew was llello
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale
Now philosophically you'd be opposed
To one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
That you go eat a dick as employment had froze
And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
Were there to bury me under the gravel
Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe, you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
(Check it out now)
In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near
So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street CEO
There was all of this hell well and not one hero
The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified
There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
It's an equal division and then we go to prison
Which is a lethal decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen and complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
(That's just polite, check it out now)
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust
Our pay is unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle, the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables
We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands they can't sanitize
We're the have-nots, but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
(That's just polite, check it out now)
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
(Check it out now)
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
Get your work up! Get your work up!
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I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and maybe make a revolution
Now this thing fin to end in fisticuffs
But if you gots to go 'head, twist it up
That's yo job fin make you piss in cups
Make you have to hustle rent with your pistols up
Now if Uncle Sam promisin' his murder gang
We goin' to rise out this ash like that bird of flame
Hopin' you take action from the word I bring
But if the police ask you never heard my name
Five years old, eyelids half-mast
Bedtime is 8 PM, it's half past
Try to take me to bed, I make the mad dash
Scared in my sleep, I miss what had passed
Quarter century later, I'm still not sleepin'
If I'm not involved I feel I ain't breathin'
If I can't change the world, I ain't leavin' baby
That's the same reason you should call me this evening
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and maybe make a revolution
I fin to take shots that make a mark
Not just take shots of Maker's Mark
That's how they make us marks
We gotta try see the whole system break apart
We fin to drive to the lake and park
Before we start, here's a club smelling like sweat, rum and perfume
She lettin' out whoops 'cause they playin' her tune
If we could, we would stay here 'til it turned noon
'Til the sky, we resist and resume
It's millenium three, we collared and cuffed
It's a world conversation, I'm hollarin' stuff
Like we done wallowed in muck, and squalorin' up
Who's the culprit, follow the buck, I'm just followin' up
'Cause like me, you gots to be in the middle of it
Unravellin' the riddle of it
And to do that you goin' to ride on the powers that be
Well I fin to ride with you, take me home in your little
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and maybe make a revolution
That's right!
I'm not just jabber-jawsin'
We up against the wall
We can't just talk about it
Get all up in it now
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and maybe make a revolution
That's right!
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; (that's right!!)
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; (that's right!!)
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor, (that's right!!)
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor, (that's right!!)
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor; and maybe make a revolution
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Black Thought
Move, if you got the nerve
Lash out for your just desserts
It's not just the worth
Some of y'all heads up in the clouds
I'ma bring y'all back to earth
It's Black back to burn
Bullshit y'all talkin' 'bout
Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned
'Cause y'all got to learn
It's y'all turn like Detroit Red
When his head had a Ultra Perm
The long walk'll burn your bare heels
So throw on your boots
The game camouflaged like army suits
But I can see it more clear
'Cause I came with The Coup in here
Ring the alarm and form the troops
Send 'em out into the world
Go to war in a fluke
Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot
Now comin' at ya neck sick o' hearin'
Something wrong with me
Motherfucker somethin' wrong with you
When the chief just way too smart to question
The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion
The governments of the world is shark infested
They heavy on weaponry like Charlton Heston
Man, yeah it gets low here uh, real low
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do?
It's my favorite mutiny
I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute
It's my favorite mutiny
Boots Riley
Death to the pigs is my basic statement
I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement
Tryin' to stay out the pen where we face enslavement
Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments
I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum
Tryin' to find psalm number 151
To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch the commode
I read "Put down the bottle and come get the gun"
Let's get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10
They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den
Steadily subtractin' seeds & stems
Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm
Numbin' my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns
If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems
Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in
We gettin greased again
The truth I write is so cold, it'd freeze my pen
I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you
Never let they punk ass ever defeat you
They got us on the corner wearin pleather and see thru
All y'all's gold mines, they wanna deplete you
I ain't just finna rap on the track, I finna clap on 'em back
And it's been stackin' to that 500 years before Iceberg
Ever leaned back in the 'lac
Before they told Rosa "Black in the back"
Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in a sack
And Gil Scott traded rappin' for smack
This beat alone should get platinum plaques
I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap
'Cause if we bappin' 'em back we automatically stack
I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do?
It's my favorite mutiny
I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute
It's my favorite mutiny
Talib Kweli
This the cut like truancy
Riq, Boots and me
Activatin' the community
Up in the bay like Huey P, they sucka free
It remind me of the BK, it's love for me
But beast got it twisted
I'll untangle it
Black mind intertwined like the ropes they used to hang us with
This is my favorite shit
I came in the game with a new way to spit
That got questionin' who you bangin' with?
Take it back to Imhotep
I'll go a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect
Killer flow for all my real niggaz left
But inform the family of a jiggaboo that there's been a death
Once again you can feel hip-hop
Underground, still about my guap
Gangsta like, fuck the cops
Talib Kweli revolutionary mc
And that ain't about to stop
I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do?
It's my favorite mutiny
I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute
It's my favorite mutiny
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Monday rush, I'm 'sposed to skip
But I just found Sunday in yo' hips
Magic in the fingertips, and lips
Electric touch, solar kiss
Thoughts wrangled up, legs tangled up
Baby, do this feel good angled up?
Can't be expressed by a single fuck
Wanna gently caress it and bang it up
And yo' smile just seems so comfortable
Sho' wish this clock wasn't functional
'Sposed to be punctual and not keep the boss waitin'
But the sheet's sweatin' and the ceiling's pulsatin'
Music from the birds and cars with beat
Stop, pause, repeat, the stars release
Y'know most of my time belongs to the boss
Baby hold on tight, this is ours at least
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
Givin' head to you
What time is it?
What time is it?
What time is it?
What time is it?
Every sober mornin wit'chu is like we drunk at the Super 8
With laughin and plannin in between while we recuperate
We communicate with mouths, fingers and hands
Cell phones with clocks, a thousand free minute plans
Lose me in your details, break my codes
'Til all the good breakfast spots is closed
Them rich folks gots to knows, it's 'bout controllin these minutes
They can party 'cause we work 'til our lower back goes
The world outside feels claustrophobic
Undercover of you is where my thoughts exploded
Now back to our ancient lost aerobics
And the study of how bodies maybe tossed and folded
'Sposed to get up for work and ride on through
But last week he paid me with a IOU
I got to work at 9, if he don't pay me by 5
I'ma burn the place down by 5:02
'Cause when we give 'em all of our ticks on the clock
They stack chips on the knot, we get pissed on a lot
We need a twist on the plot, but before we head to work
Scoot a little to the left, let me kiss on the spot
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu
Givin' head to you
What time is it?
What time is it?
What time is it?
What time is it?
When we come together, what time is it?
When we respect each other, what time is it?
When we got our self-confidence, what time is it?
What time is it?
(Babe we gotta go)
I know baby, but you know it's hard to pull away from you
'Cause we go together like grits and cornbread
(You silly)
You know we stick together like peanut butter and jelly
(Let's go!)
We all over each other like white on rice
(Corny)
We be in bed together like Bush and Hussein
(WHAT?!)
I said, we be in bed together like George W. Bush and Saddam Hussein!
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Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H-E-A-D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H-E-A-D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H-E-A-D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
In a land not very far away from here
George W. Bush was drinkin' beer
His daddy was head of the CIA
Now listen up close to what I say
The CIA worked for Standard Oil
And other companies to whom they're loyal
In a whole 'nother land by the name of Iran
The people got wise and took a stand
To the oil companies, ay ain't shit funny?
This is our oil, our land, our money
CIA got mad and sent false info
To Iraq to help start the Iran/Iraq wo'
Pronounced war if I have to be proper
The CIA is the cops that's why I hate the coppers
Saddam Hussein was their man out there
They told him to rule while keepin' people scared
Sayin' any opposition to him, he must crush it
He gassed the Kurds, they gave him his budget
Said you gotta kick ass to protect our cash
Step out of line and feel our wrath
You know the time without lookin' at the little hand
Time came for them to cut out the middle man
Children maimed with no legs and shit
'Cause the "Bombs Over..."; you know the OutKast hit
And they really want you to hate him dead
When just the other day they made him head
War ain't about one land against the next
It's po' people dyin so the rich cash checks
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H-E-A-D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H-E-A-D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
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Now's the time for you to show yo' ass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to show yo' ass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now this is mo' mean than fo' fiends with glocks unloading
Scrappin for a bag of gold rings and codeine
Whole life savings hid under the molding
"Mama Said Knock Them Out"; and I'm quoting
You're voting which you're hoping
will stop the guns from smoking - is someone fucking joking?
They're bankers in sheep's clothing
I know places where the kids keep croaking
Lacking the essential vitamins and protein
Hustlin and hyphy are eloping
I'm the best man bustin shots and toasting
Sippin Grey Goose get clipped off the bird
COme Sunday mornin get tripped off the word
TV and them preachers got pimp talkin verbs
Settin us up to get ripped off and stirred
You flipped all them birds so your funds act right
Here come the drought whole thang's half price
My high school career counselor's advice
"Lil' niggaz act nice for your beans and rice"
I got some fight baby, take it to the head
I gives a fuck if it's permed or in dreads
Never snitch to the locals or the feds
See they tryna break us off so they don't have to break bread
'Cause Uncle Same ain't the baker, he's the butcher
We all on "Punk'd" with no Ashton Kutcher
Where ballin (no broke) cutthroats kaput ya
Ain't never took dope but them dopes done took ya
Stop flyin Ol' Glory man, cut it down
If your job ain't payin right, shut it down
If your car got 18's, let it pound
And if we ever gon' do it let's do it now
Now's the time for you to show yo' ass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to show yo' ass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
You're in a system where they flirt with disaster
Tounge kiss death, have mass murder orgies 'til there's no one left
They're finger-fucking Lady Liberty under her dress
And since I didn't say this under my breath
I might be under arrest
Now lemme introduce
My slave name's Ray Riley, you can call me Boots
Cause we gon' boot 'em outta power then spread the loot
We need to drive that freedom train, not ride caboose
And you can tell by the way I walk my walk
That there's a coroner behind me holdin chalk
'Cause he works for the county who works for the state
Who works for the boss man eatin off your plate
We ain't one dimensional, max-detentional
Lookin for the liquor store, what them hubbas hittin fo'?
We raised by the street light, praised for the street fight
Days we ain't eat right, hazed to complete life
Had to make homes outta muck and dirt
Just to get dinner take luck and work
They don't read my rights, they induct a curse
So you're cordially invited to go buck berzerk and um
Now's the time for you to show yo' ass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to show yo' ass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
The block is heated; baby, yeah
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, show yo' ass
Let's make it alright, yeah
The block is heated; baby, yeah
A hundred Fahrenheit, yeah
Act a fool, show yo' ass
Let's make it alright
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up organize
The block is heated, baby, ooh
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, show yo' ass
Let's make it alright, yeah
The block is heated; baby, ooh
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, show yo' ass
Let's make it alright
The block is heated, baby, ooh
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, show yo' ass
Let's make it alright, yeah
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Y-y-y-you've got ass breath!
{*scratched: "And now a word from our sponsor"}
You've got ass breath! You've got ass breath!
You've got ass breath! {"A word from our sponsor"}
Some confuse ass-breath for strong halitosis
It's been hundreds of years since the first diagnosis
By the African doctor Mawangi Misoi
Known in the states as Mr. Thomas' boy
He found that preventing this affliction was lost
with the mention of the phrase, "Um yessir boss!"
When that phrase was uttered many stomachs would wrench
Some jumped in the Atlantic to escape the stench
He know that ass-breath came from kissin' ass a lot
To be the boss's knight-in-armor like Lancelot
Doctor Misoi years later, before he was hanged
Developed pills with the taste of lemon meringue
Made from ground gunpowder, of Haitian slaves
And sweat from Seminoles who just wouldn't behave
He tested first on young Nat from the Turner plantation
Then sent a batch off to the French speakin' nation
It should also be noted a bottle of it was found
in the clenched dead hand of the white John Brown
Every time it went 'round new people would find it
They would take their essence, put it in and grind it
In Russia, Africa, Asia too
Mao Tse-Tung made the flavors new
In Cuba, the people make new shipments
Of this pill that is on the FDA shit-list
They say it's not recommended to take befo' dinner
When supervisin' Presidents and such type sinners
Take this pill and say what you wish you said
It hardens backbones, they might wish you dead
And it's not to be confused with courage juice
Which we drank in chains and we still ain't loose
These pills really should be taken in groups
'Cause ass-breath motherfuckers move with troops
MLK took half a pill, procrastinatin'
Once he took a whole pill, they assassinate him
Take Ass-Breath Killers, to really get down
Wherever rocks, fire, and struggle are found
When it's time to speak up and you can't make a sound
Take the pills that'll make you kick the king in his crown
Take Ass-Breath Killers to really get down
Wherever rocks, fire, and struggle are found
"Dr. Misoi's Ass-Breath Killers"
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
The makers of Dr. Misoi's Ass-Breath Killers
Are not responsible for corporate losses
Or topplings of local regimes and/or governments
So you done took the pill, is it workin' yet?
(Nah; man is yours workin' yet?)
I think mine is about to start workin' now
There it goes
"Hey what are you guys supposed to be doin'?"
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"I'm supposed to be draggin my foot, out your motherfuckin ass"
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
You know it ain't for us
You know they think we dangerous
Even with no thangs to bust
They wanna keep puttin' chains to us
That's why I constantly sang and cuss
And when I bring it it's a gang of fuss
They tryin' to send us out to bang for bucks
They must be off of that angel dust, so check it out
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
I'm an instigator
Mashin' out or in the scraper
And you can listen at me now or later
But stop givin' them pimps your paper
Used to be caught up in them capers
Havin' to hustle, rustle up my status
They beat my yellow ass purple like the Lakers
More like the Clippers cause they tryin' to fade us, now holla wit me
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
A'ight we finally gots new momentum
Let's fill the fridge up in the kitchen
It's lotsa pots for cookin D-boy chicken
But we still ain't got one to piss in
They say I'm always fittin' the description
Of selling unprescribed prescriptions
But it's them with the green addiction
Think we gon' have to shake 'em off and keep dippin, so sing along
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
"Get your foot off my neck!"
"Get your foot off my neck!"
"Get your foot off my neck!"
"Get your foot off my neck!"
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They're givin us a mind fuck
They don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mind fuck; they don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
The fog rolls in like the thickest cream
Nightfall comes and the crickets scream
Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes
Cement lies and white picket dreams
The pain on his face is glistening
No one's eyes are listening
'Til his 44 starts whistling
Hairs on necks bristling
You can holla so loud 'til the silence comes
Ask that hustler with the Midas tongue
He was born after you but not quite as young
Waitin for the day when the fighters come
She said, "Seem like traffic lights is always red"
"Your application's on file," is all they said
She wish the great leaders wasn't always dead
She could resurrect 'em inside of her instead
Mind fuck, they don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mind fuck, they don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
He was killed in the end by quiet persuasion
Not the FBI home invasion
Nor the cross on his lawn emblazoned
The predictable fights didn't phase him
Bullhorns-off, Holdays given
House notes - nine to five prison
He yells at the news sayin, "There'd be a movement
if the new generation was a little more driven"
One mind, two hands, four walls
She says Babylon's gon' fall
She'll tell you the signs since everybody's dumb
She'll be home waitin for the Messiah's phone call
There was pride in the fact that the blunt was massive
Tight like the ships in the middle passage
They escaped through the flames, then wondered
If the flame in their soul, if the smoke has smashed it
Mind fuck, they don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mind fuck, they don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
Day broke in like a fiend with a ladder
Suicidal dew drops splatter
Teeth on shirtless bodies chatter
A blowjob short of a breakfast platter
Crowded rooms on lonely souls
At work before the whistle blows
They never known their strength in numbers
So power seems so mystical
They're waiting for that perfect day
When they've paid all their bills
They kids are grown, they graduate
And guerillas come out the hills
And for her it gets too much
'Til she won't accept my touch
She'll fix it by herself
She's fallen into their mind fuck
Mind fuck, they don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mind fuck, they don't have to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us stay put and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin
It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation
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I love them boosters
They love them boosters
You should love them too
Even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya
Like a whole outfit or shoe
I love them boosters
They love them boosters
You should love them too
Even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya
Like a whole outfit or shoe
A booster is a person who jacks from the retail
And sells it in the hood for dirt-cheap resale
In these hard times, and press on like Lee Nails
In all of my experience, the sex has been female
Back in elementary, my shoes used to rap
Every time my soles would hit the street they would flap
Then in high school Langston Anderson would cap
'Cause my jacket didn't have a brand name on the back
Years later this lady took me to her apartment
It looked like the Macy's sportswear department
Clothes on the chairs, on the couch, and the carpet
A twenty had me icy like leasing in the arctic
If it wasn't for the hard work of a booster
Most couldn't go to the clubs that we're used to
If you don't fit the dress code they'll boot ya
Like people who get dressed up won't shoot ya
For some of y'all folks, this stuff might phase ya
This ain't the way the society raised ya
But most of it was made by children in Asia
The stores make money off of very low wages
The next time you see two women running out the Gap
With arms full of clothes still strapped to the rack
Once they jump in the car, hit the gas and scat
If you have to say something, just stand and clap
I love them boosters
They love them boosters
You should love them too
Even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya
Like a whole outfit or shoe
I love them boosters
They love them boosters
You should love them too
Even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya
Like a whole outfit or shoe
This goes to all them hard working women
Who risk jail-time just to make them a living
We know there'd probably be no one in prison
If rights to food, clothes, and shelter were given
Plus they be keeping me dressed so fresh
Even when my wallet yells "S.O.S."
In a cheaper Sunday suit, you feel a little more blessed
So until the revolution that I profess
My shirt is from Stacey, my pants are from Rhonda
My shoes came out the trunk of a baby blue Honda
My wardrobe's in luck if something falls off a truck
If you're looking for some leather, then go see Yolanda
I'm on the red carpet and they ask who designed this
I'm gonna give a shout-out to Bay Area's finest
All on our own, we survive this with slyness
But when we come together, all our fashion is flyness
I love them boosters
They love them boosters
You should love them too
Even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya
Like a whole outfit or shoe
I love them boosters
They love them boosters
You should love them too
Even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya
Like a whole outfit or shoe
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Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
You was all smiles and no games, teeth white as cocaine
Dark skin, knew about the struggle and the dope game
Quick to spark a convo into flames like propane
Filled the air and I was thrilled you cared
In summer bridged hiding from the tutors
Bumpin' gums about the future
You said that one day we'd be ruled by computers
I said, "It's like that now 'cause we all machines"
And you replied, "But I'm a robot with dreams"
Which I thought was clean
And all the fellas used to talk about ya
How you had a joyful aura and a walk about ya
Necessitated by a beautiful backside
We thought you was fine
And we didn't let the facts hide
Nevertheless we would call you "waddle waddle"
Somebody shoulda slapped us with an old hot water bottle
Coulda called you "talky talky" or nothing at all
I was crushed when I got the call
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
You had warmth and sincerity, a heart with no barriers
A laugh that made slightly funny turn hilarious
While everybody else mouthed off about answers
You get up and started workin' with some ex-Black Panthers
Leadin' campaigns and writin' for they newspaper
You always seemed happy, an idea that I would lose later
We would see each other, sayin' stay in touch
But I was just like you - always busy, in a rush
Told yo' mama I was writin' this, she said it was a blessin'
I'm just chantin' your name out loud and confessin'
That maybe I was part of your demise
You went and got liposuction on your ass and thighs
Came straight home and as you slept that evening
Blood clots from the operation stopped you from breathin'
Your shape was great if I may say so, way before J-Lo
Whoever told you it wasn't had horns, not a halo
Or is it just that your behind was up to discuss?
'Cause as a man, mine ain't talked about much
Dear Tiff, I wish the world wasn't missin' ya vision
Sincerely, one mo' robot with a dream and a vision
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
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Baby let's have a baby, before Bush do somethin crazy
Baby let's have a baby, before Bush do somethin crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't really wanna fuss and fight
Baby we might have numbered nights
We might never get our money right
We could take off this patch tonight
Bombs goin' off everywhere
The police got me runnin' scared
But I still got some love to share
Plus you know I stopped smokin' squares
Baby let's have a baby, before Bush do somethin crazy
Baby let's have a baby, before Bush do somethin crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't really wanna fuss and fight
Baby we might have numbered nights
We might never get our money right
We could take off this patch tonight
Bombs goin' off everywhere
The police got me runnin' scared
But I still got some love to share
Plus you know I stopped smokin' squares
Baby let's have a baby, before Bush do somethin crazy
Baby let's have a baby, before Bush do somethin crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
(Chorus)
(Silk-E: repeat previous verse w/ ad libs)
(Chorus w/ ad libs)
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Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
Excuse me colonel sir, may I request please
Permission to go home or blow off your knees
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
In case you're wonderin, well yes I'm gon' fight
I'm fin' to join the army, but one you don't like
Needed some stackoli to get free like a parolee
Now I'm in apparel colored shirt and guacamole
In another country brought to you by Coca-Coley
Ordered from the top to shoot everything holey
Shit I'm 19 and I'm missin' all my homies
All that fight for freedom shit; we know that shit is phoney
Free to work at Shoney's 'bout one hour for six boneys
And every day we hustle, scratch and scrape for macaronis
And cheese, bullets squeeze outta my assault weapon
Tear through the air, then his chest, then his breaths and
Looked like my homie from the hood I be reppin
I wept then, changing from a soldier to a veteran
Left in shambles 'bout this kin of no relation
Crept in the sergeant's tent with quiet calculation
Message from the soldiers to the brass administration
Looks like Captain Sterling's fin ta have a situation
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
Excuse me colonel sir, may I request please
Permission to go home or blow off your knees
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
In case you're wonderin, well yes I'm gon' fight
I'm fin' to join the army, but one you don't like
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
"I have just killed my first but it may not be the last one"
I screamed this at the sergeant with his head pressed to the magnum
You sent us to this country not to free but bodybag them
And free up all their money so accounting firms can add them
Drag them and their corporates to their own battle
Then they're dragging us to the slaughter like cattle
Me and the whole unit we will start to ramshackle
Listen very closely you can hear the fire crackle
You could weigh the air which he was breathing out his nostrils
Couldn't understand why we were seeming so hostile
Said "We spread democracy" like he was preaching gospel
Slapped him in his head and said "Now shut up Sergeant Roscoe!"
If this is not explicit, lemme tell ya straight out
We'll no longer kill to keep this country drained out
We want up outta here like on the next planes out
Tell the Cap'n make it happen or we'll blow his brains out!
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
Excuse me colonel sir, may I request please
Permission to go home or blow off your knees
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
In case you're wonderin, well yes I'm gon' fight
I'm fin' to join the army, but one you don't like
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
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This is the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands
Here's the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams
As saltwater drips from my oculars
I got the urge to just squeeze on the glock and burst
My fingertips wipe away my teardrops, I curse
You diggin' in my purse, so may you rock a hearse
This feeling's popular, cause peoples' kids need socks and shirts
And if you po' you get whopped the worst
Hopes of Hollywood endings without plot the first
Be happy all I did so far is drop a verse
See I'm old school, like coke lines and LP covers
Learned how to hustle, didn't run when the heat hovers
Fist to my heart, warm embrace how I greet others
Cookin' with no lights make my +Fishburne+ like _Deep Cover_
Keep cover cause I'm fin'sta spray
I go from sun up to sun down and miss the day
You been sayin' for months that you gon' fix my pay
While the hours of my life get pissed away
This is the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands
Here's the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams
Weed and dope, speed and hope
When we bleedin' broke, we get keyed and cope
When ecstasy pills don't stop SBC bills
We get all depressed like we need a rope
Poundin' walls, can't handle it
Ten days with the candles lit
When the fridge cheese green and the pocket cheese silver
Ain't no hustle too scandalous
And I'm a champion, at runnin' my mouth
But I'll be campin' if I'm kicked out the house
So here's my anthem, sing it to the music or shout
I forfeit the rat race to start the 12 round bout
I got your damn IOU in my hand
Thinkin' of things I could do with two grand
But I'ma light it with a Bic, then use it as a wick
To burn your shit down cause I'm through with you, man
'Lest you pay me
This is the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands
Here's the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams
Mama never raised no punks, no
Brawlin' but not crawlin'
Time to put my all in
Mama never raised no punks, no
Brawlin' but not crawlin'
We starvin' but y'all ballin'
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(Chorus)
(3X)
shake it on down, baby
shake it on down
shake it on down, baby
Paychecks come maybe
But the net sums shady
Your boss he got cash out the rectum baby
So you hustle up quick
Try to rustle up licks
Babygirl, you involved in some muscle up shit
It's a meetin' in the ladies room
Like the 80's tune
This time you fin to play these goons
In unison stomping
All the registers are moppin'
Your patna on the intercom
"Yeah let's getting it poppin'"
Like y'all planned it
They wasn't gonna hand it
The boss called up and asked what y'all demanded
You said
4X
shake it on down, baby
shake it on down
They bomb dropping like a psych
With the check cash spot
Wishin you could put more than Top Ramen in the pot
F the police
This mess don't cease
If you starve quietly
That's called peace
We need to take 'em over
Shake 'em and make 'em sober
Ain't no jobs here and very little breakeola
They run bizz smoothly
We shut down truly
We gon' be unruly if they show up with the tulys
You see they bathin' in it
You know the graven image
Ain't doin' nothin' yet still they got the main percentage
Before it's finished we gon' shake it on down baby
Shake it down
CHORUS 4X
So here's the main thing
Make your brain swain
They drain the main vein sayinthat it's yellow rain
Don't stick your tongue out, tryin' to drink a drop
I'm tryin' to make the revolution and you speak of pop
You got stolin' checks and fake ids
'Cause they got us gassed up but won't cut the cheese
So you flush disease while the C-O-Ps swarm like a bunch of bees
In court with a bunch of pleas
It's a setup
Mans round the world gettin' fed up yellin', "hey, cough the bread up!"
And just
CHORUS 3X
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