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Correct Audobon Ballroom Lyrics
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[Intro: sample] "For in America, black people should never Be accused of being violent, or applicating violence In America, when a black man says 'I have to defend myself' You should call that what it is, self defense And if America has the right to defend herself, from her enemy The black man in America has the right, to defend himself, from his enemies If it's alright for, please I don't want to hear this Cuz handclapping's been done long enough" [Killah Priest] I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver Plottin' vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin I'm stressed, puffin' cigarettes, goin' through cartoons, I'm vexed Since the Panther leaders went up on charges, upset I'll never meet 'em, but I'm with 'em regardless, my guess They die for freedom, and they dyin' for martyrs, they blessed But some share needles in the pissy apartments, obsessed By thoughts of treason, what they did to the father Jesse Jackson, in the face, of his best friend's assassin But wait, if I meet 'em, I'mma hand him a magnum And whisper, in his ear, "leave none of them standing" It ain't fair, he ain't here, you still appear in a pagence Imagine gags in the dungeon, thoughts started by gunmen Beatin' me, but I'm sworn a mark of secrecy (I feel you soon), they will never weaken me For the struggle, til my fate reaches me [M-1] You either pimpin' the system, or gettin' pimped by the sytem Don't want no slice of the pie, we want control of the kitchen Gotta get this bread up nigga, handle business and boss up Ain't no slacken or slippin', perpetratin' or sharp cuts The spirit of love, puttin' near work on the grind Gotta sacrifice that blood, that sweat and our time If you see it, we need it, we want it, we get it, for folks Plottin' them planets, they own it, committed like soldiers Til we make it happen, it ain't no mystery God It's guaranteed when we move, scientifically, God It's like plantin' the garden, I'm just a seed of garments In the field, tryin' to see the fruits of the harvest Same and long range, grown folks do grown things Can't let the game change me, I got to change the game I'm thinkin' long range, grown folks do grown things Can't let the game change me, I got to change the game [Tragedy Khadafi] One hand wash the other, both wash the face Now real recognize real, homey stay in your place What about the, revolutionaries given they lives My souls on ice, it's like I got, blood in my eye The price of freedom is bleeding, I ain't comitting no treason Why they hate my black skin, god, give me a reason My mother said I'm an angel, and then say I'm a monster I grew up in the hood environment, lived amongst the thugs And killas, the gangstas, the streets, they feel us Ain't nothin' realer than the feeling, when you loving yourself Just be a man, take a stand, don't be beggin' for help, help My regulation is building my black nation I'm running out of my patience, you owe us some reparations Guns blowin', blood flowin', I ain't tryin' to be waiting Out of control, sellin' our souls to Satan Fakin' Satans fatin', Larry Davis [Sticman] Nowadays wars wage quietly, them secret societies Nobody gon' fight back, we sit back silently Reality hit hard, that could cause riots See they dumbin' us down, medicate us with non-violence Television is ridilin, they lockin' up the militant in you But the struggle continue, when they can prison you In your dome, your home, your zone, you a zomb' But you're fried and deputized, something is going wrong Is you an agent of the state, but wait Cuz if you really wasn't choosin' your side Somebody choosin' your fate, cuz the system don't fight fair Gorillas don't fight fair, it's warfare everywhere Look, it's right there, in the gated communities They hatin' on you and me, and Bush's economy All he left us was the streets In this dog eat dog world, we gotta fill our stomach's, son We takin' back what they took, knock-knock, we coming [Savoy] Somebody told me that ya'll, niggaz is haters I'mma tell ya'll one thing, that ya'll, niggaz can't trade us Do about my business, and all about my paper You can try to burn and lock, but the group is gon', phase ya I'm from the gutter, where niggaz pitchin' that butter When niggaz up in your mother, they get knocked by undercovers, man For all my sisters who on they own with they children Surviving to make a living, hold yea head up, there's a brighter day
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