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Ninety two! The rebel comes back
 I wanna go home  so won't you please go home
 I wanna go home  so won't you go home
 I wanna go home  so won't you please go home
 I wanna go home  so nigga go home

 Verse One:

 Yo  it's burning in Paris  Demaris  the madness  I've had this
 The sadness  even Gladys  lost her Pips
 It means it's time to make a trip to Johannesburg
 I don't care -- what the word is about
 Cause my history has to spout
 From all over the land while I eat some trout
 Cause America, my motherland ain't hearing ya
 If I can catch her, Thatcher damn I'll use my Derringer
 Political polls calls for death tolls, bullet holes
 Wolves in the fold
 The sum can't be greater than the whole
 But many have died -- died while they cried
 Pearl Harbord ninety-two, that's the idea
 I mean Port Natal it's right there
 The revolution won't be televised this time

 The schematics draw from the mind
 Besides physical we need mental fighters
 For the destruction of the vipers
 The coffee without the sugar and the cream is too strong
 And we're back where we belong

 Chorus

 Verse Two:

 The winners, legends or beginners
 Get on the scene and then they turn into sinners
 Yes they say they're a born again christian
 read a bible but they're really on a mission
 That's hostile so sing your gospel
 Check the region of the first man fossil
 Plain truth embedded in hieroglyphics
 The specifics of american civics get real sticky
 Rap has put it back on track
 With hard core conscious rap
 But magazine fiends aim for the gut
 What should I do? Keep my mouth shut?
 Hell no! The editor scandal predator
 Hip-Hop predator racist pig etcetera
 Political henchmen why you never mention
 Is it because you're trying to save your pension?
 A lot of power and strength locked away in prison
 Yeah yellow journalism cause we delete love
 And push the word in our songs
 And we're back where we belong

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 We need some kind of power, some kind of skill
 Keep one FB-I/eye open cause you know they wanna kill us
 Cause we're dangerous to their plan
 We rule the whole damn land
 Basketball, baseball, music, TV, movies, even art
 But they're smart
 Somehow makes us fight among ourselves
 Place pictures of our prophets upon their shelves
 They kill this, kill that one, paid us to kill him
 Such a bright future now looks dim
 But the empire will strike back with much more than a rap
 How're you gonna react
 I once said burn the plueprints on the counterattack to redeem
 Causer racial peace is our dream
 But it's a dream we have that won't come true
 We've been talking peace for a few
 Black is not, it never left
 I don't need no beads placed around my chest
 To be considered a black man
 A picture of Malcolm is not on my wall
 He's in my heart, that's smart
 And then there's Uncle Toms that's partial
 And kids that don't know Thurgood Marshall
 Grab gold of reality G real strong
 We're going back to where we belong

 Chorus
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Auteur: Alex Richbourg, Franky "Nitty" Pimental, Jean-Claude Olivier, Richard Simpson (2), Samuel Barnes

Componist: ?

Publisher: Select Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1992

Taal: Engels

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