[verse 1]
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Check that soul in
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Tape is rollin
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Black dont crack
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Where the party at?
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Stax, jumpback
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Wax them tracks
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Barkays cut it live
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Like 45s
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Strong songs survive
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On records
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95 beats per second
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Get it mike on the guitar cmon wreck it
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You go ooh ahh there go them superstars, of soul
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20 times better than gold, stax,
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Keep it here
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Cuttin them tracks, relax
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Pop them fingers, play it barkays
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Jumpback baby
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Soul gotcha crazy
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Cold feet thanks
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For the groove
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And them bomb beats
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To make me move
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Color of dead
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Looks like the future is history
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Why you dissin me
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Aint no mystery
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On the outside peekin in
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End of your freeride
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No way you can win
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Beginnin of the end
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Of your liberal friends who pretend
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Everythings changed
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While nuthins changed much
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Uhh this is chuck
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Stays to the left of this
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And to the right of that
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Just black where my mind be at
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Shit wheres the rest of my cats?
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High trees catch a lotta wind my friend
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My shits in a bind
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Fine line between aware and blind
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Dont mind
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Some of them aint got a mind
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Mind over matter
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They dont mind
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And we dont matter
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[verse 2]
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I flock to refugees
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Who flock to me
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The roots the coup
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And kick aside the genocide and the juice
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Comedians actors nuclear reactors
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Players and ballplayers
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Singers dancers and rhyme sayers
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Why do us like you do
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Ska doo
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Fuck da residue
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Frustrated 5 on 2s
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No breaks for madd crews
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Nowwho the fuck is you
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Sick a you
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Community hoesis
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Who posin as moses
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In street clothist
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Who be the closest who blows it
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Every ryme be for the future of mankind
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Crazy heads cuttin off the dreds
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Ruin health
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Wit no knowledge of self
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Incomin taxes breakin backs off a blacks
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Who done 400 years in this abyss?
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And so im pissed the fuck at this new whirl odor
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So i piss
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[verse 3]
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Some things in the air
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When the smoke clears
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Will it only be white folks and black jokes
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How many be gone
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If they bomb barbershops and hair salons
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Time to dot com
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Before they rub out clubs
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Where you get your drink on
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Mother father sister bro
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Love is the message
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But war be the front page
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In this mess-age
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Ghetto celebs spread by the hundred
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Macked by the same tactics
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Wit us in a tundra
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Goin under
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Avoidin cries from sodimized
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Society
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Scary getting screwed without a dictionary
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New Whirl Odor
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Public Enemy |