[Prodigy]
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Aiyyo, wordup Dunn
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Man you know how I feel
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Gotta be more to it than this, word up
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[Doing an impression of Scarface]
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This what it's all about Dunn? Uh?
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Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand)
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Whattup, I don't know baby
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Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up
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I'm tellin you right now
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I know this shit though, aiyyo
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Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to
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absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
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Take a few to give me a edge
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My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type
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Fully operational, my physical cream
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Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine
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Popped it inside the AR-15
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Put it aside, round up the regime
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While you rely on religion, I hold a nine
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on the mission, to pull fire on your opposition
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Revelation was the vision of this
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Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
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My story goes back to them lost Pyramids
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I'm seeing things that you won't believe exists
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He use a Lunar-tick, suspended in time Dunn
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The secondary light got your mind
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You rock the fatigues, to squab until ?popular? guns
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But are you really prepared, for the things to come?
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[KRS-One]
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Check it out
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True underground sound from the Boogie Down
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Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
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Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
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Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source
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Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
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You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators
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Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
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Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone
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They sendin me a writer that look like he's Home Alone
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Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
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This has got to stop -- your whole spot
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is blown sky high, battle why try?
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My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
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You don't understand, why you're publically banned
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until you recognize the writing skills of a black man
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Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin
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Gossiping over who's homosexual
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Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World
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You can't get with me, so now in Midtown
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you wanna stop and talk to me?
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Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
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Look I'm burnin this
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[Method Man]
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How many didn't want to see it happen
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Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
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Hate to see a brother do good through legal action
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So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad
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Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin
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these Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passion
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So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion
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Pedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theory
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Y'all niggaz don't hear me, Generation Next
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Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
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by the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
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Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
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is reality the truth, the whole truth and
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nothin but the truth, taste is the proof
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These niggaz want the Juice, and in the crossfire
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be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot
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[KAM]
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What kind of party is this, it's that political kind
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Where America's best, most hypocritical minds
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Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
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And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime
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behind suits, and clean shaves
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I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves
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Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
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I robs the damn nation
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so I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
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You marryin the dirt and I'ma throw in the tux for free
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I tell the people what they wanna hear
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I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
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So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin
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and start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
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I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
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That's my style, my pol-i-tricks
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Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic
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in the government, Republican or Democratic
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Fuck Freedom, Justice and Equality
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Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy
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Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It)
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