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"I'm saying to you, that you will in a few minutes, |
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hear, from the man, who is taking the place, |
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of real black leadership, who will answer the call, |
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for true freedom, justice, and equality in America. |
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Well now, do you understand?" {*applause*} |
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(Paris) |
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Brethern heed the call of enlightenment |
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Of truth, Asiatic discipline's frightenin |
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some who act dumb embraced by decadence |
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The weak in the wake of true black militants |
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Hear the call and all heed the savior |
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Praise Allah cause in his energy made ya |
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the cream, Asiatic earth-born manchild |
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Freedom's comfort for some but meanwhile |
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Young brothers just don't realize |
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Cocaine's the plan, the devil derived |
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Produced and let loose to youth for profit |
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Fake so-called negroes won't stop it |
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Witness lies fed straight to the brotherman |
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Hopes are lost to the malevolent gameplan |
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Annihilation of original citizens |
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of this great planet Earth - listen |
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P-Dog spits the dope words born |
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Batterram's rollin task force swarm |
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Pigeons squawk with the talk of a new high |
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Controlled by the man whose plan is genocide |
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Intense is a sense of ignorance |
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When the wack can't get with the pro-black |
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program that's designed to enduce thought |
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Rhymes ya bought keep Panthers taught |
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Punks stay put, skinheads are flatfoot |
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Keys are played as I stay on route |
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Down the path of the righteous chosen |
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Word is born as the wack stay frozen |
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Locked in time, mindset is Babylon |
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P's the martyr while MC's babble on |
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Letter sixteen is me and some see |
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I freeze and snuff MC's like pipe dreams |
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Makin a mark with the start of the movement |
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Tracks in fact weak wack can't do this |
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Tooth decay cause the fake been snozin |
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Lead the lost and the cost is you've been |
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freed from lies by the wise new messenger |
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P-A-R-I-S is a blessin ya |
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can't underestimate or recreate |
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The sounds of Scarface, let the man BREAK! |
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"There is no in-between - you are either free or you're a slave. |
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There's no such thing as second-class citizenship." {*applause*} |
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"The only politics in this country that's relevant to black people |
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today is the politics of revolution. None other." {*applause*} |
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(Paris) |
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Which brings us to the next move - it's a simple case of |
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show and tell or rather show and prove |
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Of made up gank moves and foolish fairy tales |
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said by sissies, to snatch the record sales |
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So when you see me just say I told ya |
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My rhymes'll hold ya and mold ya to soldiers |
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And train your brains with the pride and the insight |
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to do what's right, yo black, it's yo' life! |
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Once upon a time called now we start this |
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A chosen one came forth from the darkness |
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To lead the lost for the cost of a beat tape |
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And make the blind see straight 'fore it's too late |
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I can't wait time's quickly runnin out |
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Call to arms, revolution's in the house |
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Unforgettable the words of wisdom |
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Brought to life by the ten point system |
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* ONE: Freedom and power to determine our destiny |
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* TWO: Full employment for the black community |
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* THREE: Fight the capitalist with a raised fist |
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P.U.I. black and stack awareness |
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* FOUR: Decent housing for the shelter of human beings |
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* FIVE: Education and truth for the black youth |
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* SIX: All black men exempt from military service |
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Hear my words and get nervous |
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* SEVEN: A quick end to police brutality |
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Death of blacks at the hands of the P.D. |
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* EIGHT: Release of all black men who are held in prison; |
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guilty 'fore proven innocent |
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* NINE: Black juries when our brothers are tried in court |
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And in addition to all his we want |
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* TEN: Land bread and housing and education |
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Clothing justice and peace for the black nation |