[Lord Jamar]
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Once again it's the dread and the bald head
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Won't be satisfied til the devil's I see em all dead
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Layin in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin
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Do you think a nigga forgot? Matter fact
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my trigger's hot, you blink you gettin shot
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And if the weather's hot, your body's gonna stink when it rot
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Lord J got the arms, Sadat got the bombs
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We don't feel shit, you cried a hit on ya moms
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Now leave the bloody bitch in a ditch
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Get'cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy
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My brother's sendin me four bursts from down south
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And for the lies you told, I'ma buck you in the mouth
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Now what the fuck's this all about?
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[Sadat X]
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Everybody gotta weapon
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Who's gonna let burst the first shot? Hmm, I thought not
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Feel the battle, tell Darryl that his first-born is dead
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Shot in the back by the task force
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I'm mistakin your face in a similar face
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Got em murdered
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much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face
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who threw some game on the Indian, who got jerked for New York
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You better walk, got caught then wear your vest
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We might throw somethin that's hollow
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Brand Nubian ain't never been the ones, to follow nobody
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We gotta lotta arms but I like to pump the shotty
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Hook: (x3)
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Now what the fuck's this all about?
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[Lord Jamar]
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It's all about brothers risin up, wisin up
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Sizin up a situation, but gettin fit within the nation
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No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath
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I sing sounds of math on behalf
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of the Gods and the Earths, birthplace in space
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You be fuckin with my turf when you be fuckin with my race
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Now face, your maker and take your last breath
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The time is half past death
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now what the fuck's this all about?
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[Sadat X]
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If you're less than a man, in my eyes
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then your head's off, and I'ma set off the wheels
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Motherfuck the baby seals or savin the whales
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All the crack sells, it's the armageddon
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............... so cancel the wettin
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Go in the garage, find that old camouflage
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blend in like a mirage and explode
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Take nothin lightly, crackers shootin nightly
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Cos I don't need nobody that's gon' shoot me in the back
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Black people show 'n' act and when they front, that's wack
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Hook (x6)
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What The Fuck...
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Brand Nubian |