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 Keep control...

 (Tradegy the Intelligent Hoodlum)
 When I made arrest the president  America ate me
 Spoke the truth that the gov't hates me
 They labeled me a prejudice poet
 I'm speaking the truth as I know it
 I hold on but it's hard for me to handle
 Too much lies  corruption and scandal
 Cops want to kill a brother or two
 Who do you call when the gang wears blue
 I ain't going out like an Uncle Tom man
 My gun is loaded and I'm itching to pull the trigger
 I'm marking for death as a funky rhyme sayer
 Corruption flows from the cops to the mayor
 Mali troops will run through your resident
 In my hand will be the head of your president
 All you fess that made a check to throwdown
 Will rise up for a political showdown

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 (King Tee)
 Yo, King Tee stepping in on a dark tip
 Open your eyes and your mind and get a grip
 Of the ropes and chains that kept us
 Since we were black they didn't want to except us
 But it's ok, I got my own plan
 'Cause yo, I ain't down wit your program
 The natives cook, wash and clean
 And to the rubbers that throw in the scene
 M-A-N-D-E-L-A
 Now you got a chance to hear what he say
 Since they kept him locked up for so long
 'Cause his skin was black and his mind was strong
 But we need to all stand together though
 And let the red, black and green show
 Become aware of yourself before it gets too late
 Another message from King Tee the great

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 (Grand Puba)
 Yo bust it
 Hung wit the flip, got a ?dooby? wig
 Now she thinks she's all that shit, her man got zits
 Hon living lovely, Miss Gouchi
 Even got a Benz when she drives around wit all her friends
 Ugn, miss quick fast in a heedy
 Speedy, speedy, speedy, the bitch is greedy
 Spend so fast, she got caught wit 4 kids
 And the man caught a nice thick bitch
 Now the bitch is on skid
 Screaming how she hates her kids
 The move for the bitch is a thing quick and easy
 Think slick, she better get wit the wick
 'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style
 You tried to run the race but you lost by a mile
 See it everyday, it's the same old sorry song
 How long must this go on

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 (Def Jef)
 Power now or never, together forever
 And ever, sever make it endever
 To enlight your brother when
 I recommend to extend a hand
 Expand it then wish strength to fend
 Black women and men from the white power structure
 They stucked ya in, stoled your culture and fuked ya
 And you gave birth to a nation
 You freelabel laid America's economic foundation
 Blood, sweat and tears and fear for years
 But now here was a peer to give you shift in the gears
 The turn of the tables, knowledge and ables
 Us to escape the sterotype wit the labels
 And years of classroom fables, fiction
 Fallacies all sorts and fabrications
 ?For sarge? even fuss
 Star Spangled story, stigma and stunts

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 (Chubb Rock)
 I know this 11 year old kid named Jeffery Cowen
 And knowing his father slowing
 And his mother is hoeing
 And now should he be growing
 He's too young to be sewing
 he should just chill and be flowing
 I know he was being malested and sold
 And his mom for being infected
 Never check it, so I invested
 My time and made sure little bro was looked at
 Pops got evicted, not a smack
 Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless?
 The bum got done by the one
 And little Jeffery, no more tears left and drip
 Mixed wit seaman on his lip, emotional trip
 It confuses and bent ill thoughts
 In the soul of the youngster
 Is daddy a monster
 That raw creates lip songs and heartache pain
 Drys and open your eyes for the insane

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