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Friday, 31 October 2014
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Listen Moham Kondu Njan - Shesham Kaazhchayil(1983)


Lyrics

La Chanson Du Loubard (Renaud)

Le jour se lève sur ma banlieue
J'ai froid c'est pourtant pas l'hiver
Qu'est-ce que je pourrais foutre nom de Dieu
J'ai pas un rond et j'ai pas l'air
Sérieux
Sérieux

Je suis un loubard parmi tant d'autres
Je crèche pas loin de la Défense
J'ai l'air crado, c'est pas ma faute
Mon HLM c'est pas bizance
Mon pote
Mon pote

A 14 ans mon paternel
M'a fait embaucher à l'usine
2 jours plus tard j'ai fait la belle
Paraît que je suis un fils indigne
Bordel

Un soir dans une rue déserte
J'ai fauché une Honda 500
A un fils de bourgeois honnête
Avec elle je fonce à 200
Ouais c'est chouette
C'est chouette

Mon copain Pierrot s'est planté
Sur l'autoroute un jour de pluie
Parfois je l'entends rigoler
C'est sûr qu'il est au Paradis
C'est enflé
C'est enflé

Et moi je continue mon cinoche
Au pieds de ces buildings miteux
Je voudrais crever avant d'être moche
Je voudrais finir comme toi mon vieux
Gavroche

Je suis un loubard périphérique
J'en ai plein les bottes de ce bled
Le France est une banlieue merdique
Comme dit mon copain Mohamed
Aux flics
Aux flics

Le jour se lève sur ma banlieue
J'ai froid c'est pourtant pas l'hiver
C'est drôle le bitume est tout bleu
Y'a ma bécane qui crame par terre
Bon Dieu
Mon Dieu
Oh Bon Dieu
Mon Dieu
Oh mon Dieu
Bon Dieu
Oh Bon Dieu
Oh mon Dieu


by: BobMarley89

D'rugs 2 (Cam'ron)

I'm back on the street wit' heat, oh glorious hood
Only two months in, Damn my lawyers good
Ten bricks and a body that's lickin rich
Tell the DA, fly **in' witnesses
Sittin' in the cell, I could just vomit
That's word to Elaja Mohammed, became wiser the prophet
Gods not I, I time my guy, I don't hate to see the boys
(Why)cuz the tapes can be destroyed
They on the beat walkin, in my socks searchin me
It's not hurtin me, most cops work for me
Yo where Qweed, what up ma huh what
where D at, damn yo we need that
Yo yo, my earnin' in question, I'm burnin' and sweatin'
You knowin' jail turn me depressant, I ain't learnin my lesson
You just a dumb spouse, I ain't gone run him out
I know where to find D rugs over Un's house

(talking)
Get the ** off me, I'm goin to Un house
Get the ** off me

Verse 2:
Yo, I knocked on the door, yo yo how it's lookin Un
You seen d rugs, yeah I was cookin him
I ran to the kitchen, Oh my God damn look at him
What's the problem with him Un, yo he lookin slim
What you ain't feed him right, what's wrong he ain't eatin right
You **in wit' him that's why you sneezin' right
What you mean duke, wit' d rugs ya**will get a mean tooth
You lookin like a fiend to
But he made me cheddar, I'll take him to the death wit' me
He felt the same, so the nigga left wit me
Now we back, and dealin' in hoods
Reunited and it feel so good
Fiends comin thru in fleeces and sweaters,
Increasin my cheddar Happy just to see us together
Now we round up new click, competition too sick
D rugs left blue six, woooo shit


Verse 3:
It's like I'm born to rock on the block, still clockin
Me and D rugs hug but they still watchin, Lil hot chick
She said man keep them mills poppin,
The only way to keep you in they got to kill Cochran
But he mixed business and pleasure he get to me
And I'm a Geto Boy my mind playin tricks on me
Optional, ay yo he still ** wit ya moms
Naw man that's impossible, Yo I heard she left the hospital
So I stepped to 'em both, needless to lie
My mother told me naw Cam chill he was prescribed
She got to take him twice a day to keep her alive
And I'm sittin' here shocked yo, rain don't stop yo
What's that the lots yo, who that the cops yo
Female Tahoe, connect wit the Brosco
** a hard case, I'm from a mob race
Why does this **in' feel like the end of Scarface
I'mma sucha sober, flip d rugs up to smell the odor
Told him, he **ed us over
Then popped girl, to my mother, told her I love her
Plugged her, now only God can judge her
Now after this tragedy, d rugs laughed at me
He was here way before, and he'll be here after me
Now here come the cops and the whole **in' calvary
Snorted d rugs and had them niggaz blast at me

(Gunshots)
You can't kill me, I'm a **in killa you can't kill me

Invasion (CNF)

Unwissende! Irdische Geschöpfe, die ihr euch Menschen nennt, macht den Frieden mit eurem Gott!
Denn die CNF-Streitmächte sind soeben in den Orbit eingedrungen. Macht euch bereit für die Invasion!

[S-Rok:]
Meine Worte werden lebendig, Geschichten unendlich, ein Ungeheuer macht mit Feuer Gesichter
schlichter Dichter unkenntlich, unverständlich wie meine Oma ohne ihre Dritten Zähne.
Alzheimer, schlechter Reimer, wenn ich dir die Worte aus den Lippen nehme.
Ich erwähne, wie schlecht dein Reim ist, den schlechten mein ich: nenn mich „Your Highness!"
Hartkernstern aus Berlin - schmeiß die Queen aus dem Buckingham Palace. Er ernennt sich zum Regent,
den König übertön ich, zer** ihn, wenn es unbedingt nötig ist - er ist was tödlich Bedrohliches.
Die Feuerwalze - halt sie an, schalt sie ab und dann hol ich es zurück in einem Stück. Wie verrückt..
REWIND SELECTA!! Weg da! Ein unentdeckter Psalm in meinem Realm. Ich qualm, wenn Erzengel
wie kleine Bengel vor mir niederfallen, beten mich an wie Donner und Doria.
Ich habe mehr Ruhm als Gloria, denn ich half Gandalf gegen den Balrog von Moria!
Der letzte lebendige Istari, fies, denn er schießt MCs auf ner Safari,
trotzdem hab ich mehr Liebe für euch als Jah Rastafari..

Die Invasion!
Erdling, knie nieder! Niemand wird verschont!
Die Invasion!
Wir sind die Krone der Evolution!

[Rob D:]
„All spaceships are now in range to attack the colonies..
The final anihilation of the lifeform known as man..
Let the attack begin!!"

[Lucky:]
Verbannte Mutanten, Tschernobyl lässt grüßen.
Wir reden mit den Ohren, und wir essen mit den Füßen.
Zwölf Zehen an den Füßen und Schuppen an den Armen..
Doch kommen wir auf die Bühne, dann kennen wir kein Erbarmen;
wir sind wie Blitz und Donner in der Nacht.
Wie aus einem Alptraum bist du nachts aufgewacht.
Nun tritt ein Stück zurück, hier kommt das jüngste Gericht.
Bedecke deine Augen, denn sonst blendet dich das Licht!
Ein weißes Gesicht in der Dunkelheit - Stille!
Horrorvisionen, doch du bist nicht auf Pille.
Neben mit stehn S-Rok und Basz T, und ich chille.
Und hinter mir kratzt Rob D auf der Plattenrille.

Die Invasion!
Erdling, knie nieder! Niemand wird verschont!
Die Invasion!
Wir sind die Krone der Evolution!

[Basz T:]
Wir waren bisher nur eure Beobachter, überall und allgegenwärtig seit Anbeginn der Zeit,
haben eure Natur betrachtet und beschlossen, dass ihr minderwertige Kreaturen seid!
Ein einstimmiger Entscheid hat ein Urteil über die Menschen gefällt. Denn ihr zerstört eure Umwelt und quält eure Mitbewohner,
von hier bis Pamplona. Euer Geld hat Aroma von Karmakoma. Wer sich so verhält, wird an die Wand gestellt,
liquidiert. Es ist eine Beleidigung, was ihr vollführt, woraufhin ihr das Recht auf Verteidigung verliert.
Keine Apologie! Fühlt euch geehrt durch unsere Aneignung eures Planeten als Kolonie!
Was wir tun, lehrt Furcht - fangt an zu beten! Welch Ironie.. eure Propheten: Moses, Jesus und dann Mohammed,
keinen gibts von uns, den ihr verstandet. Doch jetzt landet unser Schiff, Widerstand wird zwecklos, wir haben euch im Griff!
Jedes Versteck zeigt bloß, dass ihr nicht verhandelt. Ihr werdet subtil infiltriert und gewandelt.
Wir sind mit Kalkül postiert, hierarchisch entscheidend versammelt, befahren und berichtigen Zeiten.
Ihr stammelt, weil wir euch auf die Vernichtung vorbereiten - ihr verschandelt das All durch eure Präsenz!
Wir fühlen Verpflichtung, uns zu verbreiten, in alle Richtungen nach allen Seiten, bis zum Fall der menschlichen Existenz,
um dann mit Lichtgeschwindigkeit in den weiten des Raums zu verschwinden - wie ein Gespenst..

Die Invasion!
Erdling, knie nieder! Niemand wird verschont!
Die Invasion!
Wir sind die Krone der Evolution!

[Rob D:]
„Extermination!"

Na Mocy Paktu (Paktofonika)

STRAHO::
P A K T O F O N I K A

FOKUSMOK::
Je D D den, D D dwa
Próba MIC’a, OK.
To ja F O K, ze squadu P F K
Do podkładu gadam, lirycznie nie podupadam
Składam, obojętnie jakie imię temu nadam
Władam i zakładam, że ci nic do tego
Do tysiąc dziewięćset dziewięćdziesiątego szóstego
Dlatego, ja i mikrofon mamy coś wspólnego
Dlatego słuchasz zajebistego południowego
K do C S K C E, nikt tego nie ściszy
W tym wypadku polegaj na mnie jak na Zawiszy
Dla każdego prawdziwego, który to usłyszy
Inni mi zwisają jak firanki z karniszy
W ciszy, jestem blaskiem w ciemności słowami
Zawsze obok ciebie przemieszczam się walkman’ami
Zawsze razem z tobą, ja i skład na problemami
Rozkładamy skrzydła przyjebani realiami
Postrzegani, jak ostatni Mohikanin
PFK weterani sparingu z rymami
Obijani w H I P- H O P jak w aksamit
PFK zajebani, jak ściany tagami
Katalizatorami, THC jak dynamit
załatwiasz sprawę z chłopakami przed komputerami
to dla nich: pokój z wami i z wolnostylowcami
pokój dla tych biegających za końcówkami
pokój z tancerzami i ich kontuzjami
pokój z dziewczynami, zajmującymi się tymi sprawami
pokój z zajebistymi organizatorami, pokój z wami,
na zawsze pokój z wami

MAG::
kooperacja na mocy paktu, mocy płynącej z kontaktu
aaaaa
kooperacja na mocy paktu, mocy płynącej z kontaktu

STRAHO::
trzy znane portrety, trzy rymów komplety
wkomponowane w bity poprzez domowe PeCety
same konkrety, lecące epitety
nie jak komety, wokół planety,
„ja to ja”, „gdyby”, „priorytety” , pierwsze wałki na materiał
kasety, w rękach florety
liryczne szermierki
rymo-dymo-bito-klety-gierki
spotkanie pierwsze, od czasów R-ki
te wiersze, potrzebne do życia jak nerki
bo ta muzyka jest nieuleczalna
a każda postać indywidualna
połączona paktem przy dźwiękach z głośnika
to razem do kupy zwie się PAKTOFONIKA
Rah pod Magika i Fokusa eskortą
Ku odległym portom
Nie do zdobycia fortom
Oddani psychicznym komfortom
Kiedy to, w tym wielkim odstępie na występie
Wtedy kilka słÃ³w na wstępie
Przy do MIC’a dostępie
Na trzeźwo, czy na HEMP-ie bez wyjątku
wszystko w porządku, nigdy nie tracąc rozsądku
sss spontaniczne akcje od samego początku
sss specyficzne melorecytacje pełne wątków
umm muzyczne penetracje różnych zakątków

FOKUSMOK::

???? ponad podziałami

MAG::

P F K to mój squad, bezpieczny jak gnat
Sztywny jak bat 3 2 1 0
To dopiero start squadu, który głową rozbija mury
Po czym jest jeszcze w stanie prowadzić za kółkiem fury
Magik, Fokus, Rah to squad co się leni
że leni że pomyśleć strach, że nawiedzeni, jak Fatima
I natchnieni niczym Martin Luter
Jak to był sen, to ja jestem Freddie Kruger
To podejście drugie z kropeczką nad i
To zagranie drugie do ostatniej kropli krwi,
Którą piiiiję jak wampir, poznaj Draculę..
Przy czym jak Al Bundy trzymam się za kule,
To pingle, gogle, guuuule i w ogóle
Filip psycho tata wita cię czule
i wszystkich tych, co od dawna już czekali
aż mali PFK dowali jak Mohamed Ali
iii póki idę, nadziewasz się jak na dzidę
chłopaka dla niektórych jak Zulus Czaka
rzeczywistość jest taka, wiesz jak?
czosnek ee gostek.. te, to chyba proste
i daje nurka, tutaj, wodna kurka
a wsparciem mym Salvadora podpórka
tu ubolewa Ewa, daj dwa jabłka z drzewa
bo na widok jednego Mag - Adam ziewa
i jadę do góry wyżej niż na dziewiątej windzie..
a zażalenia proszę kierować gdzie indziej,
bo od tego jest sromotny kierownik do spraw nieistotnych
ja zajmuję się hip-hop’em zawrotnym
lepiej się orientuj, kontaktuj, nie konszachtuj,
PFK jest na mocy paktu tu
PFK jest na mocy paktu tu
PFK jest na mocy paktu tu
PFK jest na mocy paktu tu
PFK jest na mocy paktu tu

Laying Blame (Hilltop Hoods)

Verse One – Suffa
I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support,
Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you’ll get hurt,
Cos I XL like the tag on my shirt,
I’ll have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagra,
If pain was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin,
I’m taking out the insolent in an instant when
They bring the rhyme; I’ll battle if you wanna tussle,
A single line can turn that fatty matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my rhymes circulate like rumours,
Your living proof that god has a sense of humour,
I’m butter made from the cream that came from the crop,
I’ll move the mountain to Mohammed scream my name from the top,
And proclaim what I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These clubs are full of more toys than spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I’m on stage I might lose my breath,
Cos I got so much heart that there’s no room in my chest,
Left for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a hand around your neck,
Constricting your breathing like snakebites and beestings,
I’m all up in these arseholes faces like G-Strings,
I searched the world for opposition but I fear the
Only competition I found was in a mirror.


Verse Two – Pressure
When Pressure steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I have to break new barriers like when a chaste nun **s,
If one more critic asks me what I do, I’ll slap them mate,
And tell them I’m a rapper as I strap her up in gaffer tape,
Loudmouths make me wanna flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with their hand on their dick,
Honest, if they ride the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I’m unstable like a cradle bridge, so don’t cross me,
I’m highly explosive; you’re a child playing with matches,
I break rappers you give hairline fractures,
These actors keep it real? You’re really wak it’s fact,
You spit one-liners while I spit the finest chapters,
Perhaps it’s time to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls should have done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
That anymore, cos nowadays you’re taken on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, guns and gold when they’re actually poor,
Factually flawed, yet entertaining,
I guess it how far we’re willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them swallow their tongues like epileptics,
Then I’ll respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you still couldn’t rhyme fresh,
I’m on a higher level of divineness, so call me your highness,
There’s only three things that are certain in life,
Death, taxes and Hilltop Hood working the mic.

Mohammed Ali (Faithless)

If all you keep hearing it so long you will see me as
a super star and you'll have time to waste with your
minions and tink
I see your face in front of me,
Still grainy from that old black and white TV
My whole family silenced,
Watching you shape destiny with your 2 hands,
Faster than the eye can see.

Mesmerizing

You know what skinny little me started to struggle,
10 years old suddenly bold
Cause I resolved to live like my hero in the ring,
Be smart never give an inch,
No retreat when I'm wrapped up
Respect from teachers, Red Necks
And creatures who attack in a pack
Like incensed never seen the light not before or
Since a young prince
And I remain convinced of his invincibility
Athletic agility, virility,
Seen your free spirit for every through eternity stings
Like a bee Mr Muhammed Ali

I want you to know
You are the o-riginal (x2)

Your achievements defy belief from the belly
of the beast Rising like yeast,
My release from low self esteem
Came when I saw you rapping on my TV screen.
Float like a butterfly,
That describes my walk to school after fight night
I felt so cool cause I was at place too,
Love myself born slippy
Outta love for you,
And I knew that someday people would love me too.
None of that heckling about my black skin got through,
I would walk bare foot through hell for you,
It was how I felt back then I would still do for you,
So accept these humble words of praise,
And my gratitude for those glorious days
And your victorious ways,
Instilled in the young minds,
Skill sublime yours to mine!

I want to know who you are!
I want to know who you are!
I want to know who you are!

Dr Sidi Abdel Assar Vo El Hama (Mani Matter)

Dr Sidi Abdel Assar vo El Hama
het mal am Horge früe no im Pijama
ir Strass vor dr Moschee
zwöi schöni Ouge gseh
das isch dr Afang worde vo sim Drama
s isch d Tochter gsy vom Mohamed Mustafa
dr Abdel Assar het nümm chönne schlafa
bis är bim Mohamed
um d Hand aghalte hed
und gseit: i biete hundertfüfzig Schaf a

Dr Mohamed het gantwortet: bi Allah
es fröit mi, dass my Tochter dir het gfalla
doch wärt isch si, my Seel
zwöhundertzwänzg Kamel
und drunder chan i dir sen uf ke Fall la

Da het dr Abdel Assar gseit: o Sidi
uf sone tüüre Handel gang i nid y
isch furt, het gly druf scho
e Billigeri gno
wo nid so schön isch gsy, drfür e Gschydi

doch wenn es Nacht wird über der Sahara
luegt är dr Mond am Himel häll und klar a
und truuret hie und da
de schönen Ouge na
und dänkt: hätt i doch früecher afa spara

Arnold And Willis And Mr. Drumond (Five Iron Frenzy)

Straight from the ghetto streets of Harlem,
came two brothers Willis and Arnold,
black goldfish swims in the bowl,
he's three feet high, four with the afro.
Stealing cookies from the jar,
droppin' water balloons on cars.
I hope Mrs. Garret won't see,
just play sick for Mohammed Ali.
the Gooch is coming, to steal milk money.

Arnold, and Willis, and Mr. Drumond,
and don't forget Kimberly.
They just cancelled Dukes of Hazard,
Different Strokes is all I want to see.

Way up high in the penthouse apartment,
making us laugh its Willis and Arnold.
Mr. Drumond's got the dough,
they get to ride in a limo

Different Strokes, its almost time.
We just watch 'cause Kimberly's fine.
Half hour long it never fills us, when he says,
"What you talkin' 'bout Willis?".
Write the cable company,
different strokes all the time.

Mr. Drumond, a man of the means,
loves two black brothers,
they've only got the blue jeans.

The Promo (Jungle Brothers)




featuring Q Tip

[Word up]

Jungle Brother JB for short.
A bite a bit my rhyme and we almost fort.
But since he was a brother I thought that'd be wrong.
So I let him go I let him run along. [Run along]
I write rhymes like I come from New York City.
My Dj spin the music down to the nitty gritty.
When the downstairs funky five days a week.
Searching and seeking for the Baby Bam beat.
The Afrikan rap that comes from within us.
Brothers heard about it now they wish they could've been us.
We did an album with no problem.
No we working on another with another Jungle Brother.
[Me] Q-tip, his name, he's into business, not into games
So Q-tip when the light turns green,
grab your bone and show them what I mean.

My bone is grabbed, this is what I mean.
I brag a grab, and here's the scene.
Q-tip, [Q-tip] from a Tribe Called Quest,
Saw the Jungle Brother's album, oh yes.
So get the ducats it's coming out soon.
A month after March, two before June,
It's nice. With Ali Shaheed Mohammed, my Dj who
Is real dominant. [Mohammed, Mohammed]
He and I form the funky Tribe.
If you want to get with it, just feel the vibe. [Feel the vibe]
Me and Ali are extremely radiant.
And to be heard like the horn of Gideon.

Get it? If not you're a goner.
Get wise or get something, cause your going to want to.
Lamp, after you hear from me.
The Tip from Quest my Dj's Ali.
Say it from the Catskills, to the Soho.
Listen to the words they say on the Promo.
To the bewildered,
Let it be said.
I'll mix you up more like DJ Red
So Mike G, when the light turns red,
Don't stop, proceed ahead.

Go on with your,
Go on with your,
Go on with your,
Bad self.
Well, I'm going [Where?] Straight to the treetop.
Eating crazy fruit, so I can't stop.
Squating here, listen to the LP.
Straight Out The Jungle from the JBs.
Baby Bam beat keeps the bass bottom bouncing.
Suckers littering, girls ouncing,
Women inching, girls pinching.
Run to the record store to see if (???) is in.
Remixes, outfixes, we write it, you like it.
Rap music, house music.
No matter what it is, the JBs can do it.

Oh ya, (etc.)
It's coming (x4)
How much is it? 5.99? ahh just bring a 20, bring a twenty.
At the sound of the ring The Promo will end, peace.

Run Away Slaves (TRU (Master P))




[Voice in Background]
Look at the little porch monkeys **in jiggaboo

[Master P talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come over to this bitch smiling on a banana boat
(And they **ed our bitches and raped them)
They never told us what the ** we came over here for
(Call us jiggaboos)
And did deals with the Indians
(Wild Coyotes)
Ain't no **in body ever did no deals with no black folks

[Chorus] x 4
We run away slaves
(Run nigga run)
They say we free then put guns to our head

[Master P]
Now the cops try to arrest me and these bitches wanna test me
My ??? scream P don't let the master get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm **ed up I can't sleep
They put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy
That's us, some say in God we **in trust
The slavery's **in over but the world is messed up
Black on black crime, either you poor or you blind
Life is a welfare line and the homies they doin time
Some niggas they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
Then they slam my **in dreams like b-ball
Killin chickens and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us
Now lady heroin steady gettin money
Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted
And my homies steady dyin, mothers steady cryin
I'm walkin the straight line keepin my people off the grind
Probation and parole, niggaz in four doors
This ain't for the radio but you run away poor folks

[Chorus] x 4

[Master P talking]
For all the mutha**in runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By life, by the judicial system, (run nigga run)
by the white folks or even the black folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin Luther King was a run away slave
Jesse Jackson a run away slave
Malcom X, he was a run away slave
Mohammed, run away slave
Farrakhan, run away slave
Mutha**in No Limit, we run away's (me Master P)
from the whole record industry
cause we ain't bout havin 15 percent (I'm a runaway nigga)
we bout havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout teachin other niggas how to get theirs
cause we gon get ours (you got to)
y'all get yours, stop hatin
break away nigga (the media)
the chains is still there (y'all can't stop us)
and this motha**in black on black crime (yeah nigga)
it gotta stop (yeah nigga)
run away slaves
that's just what they want us to do (but we gon go to college)
nigga be all you can be if you a soldier
(we gon be doctors, we gon bepresident)
No Limit Army nigga (No Limit motha **in sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away slaves nigga (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we bringin our motha**in athletes home
(Leland Hardy, runaway slave boy)
And we keepin it real, we keepin it treal
(Sylvester Scott, Edward Hawkins)
No Limit, run away slaves (lawyers, politicians)
that's what we bout, keepin it treal, politickin nigga
(that's what i'm talkin bout)
black publications (doin what we gotta do)
no more probation and parole (no more hoes)
Colored folks stickin together nigga
(I got the car door open nigga get in)


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