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Woohoohoohoohoohoo...
Crank up yo' speakers! (Stic.) To all my (niggaz) Every hustlin (nigga) Strugglin (niggaz) Revolutionary (niggaz) Gang-bangin (niggaz) Chain-gangin (niggaz) Tune yo' frequency... I refuse to be a stereotype in ya box Never wanna try to be somethin I'm not I'm just a nigga from the block, if you got it twist it Stay blowin on green, if you got it, twist it on up DP's givin a fuck - R.B.G.'d up in some gangsta chucks Throw ya fist up homie if ya know what's up All my comrades puttin in soldier work We rollin dirty wit it, fully dedicated So real that the radio'll never play it But that's cool, the enemy supposed to hate it Freedom ain't gon' come til we regulate 'em That's why I'm in the dojo, not just for the video Really though, we really got beef with the po-po (woop-woop) Never know when they gon' put you in a chokehold This is for you new niggaz, holdin for the radio (Chorus) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! *phone rings* (M-1) People's Radio (Stic.) Yo hang up, that's the police (M-1) What's on the radio, propoganda, mind control And turnin it on is like puttin on a blindfold Cuz when you bringin the real you don't get ro-tation Unless you take over the station And yeah I know it's part of they plans To make us think it's all about party and dancin And yo it might sound good when you spittin your rap But in reality, don't nobody live like that You wanna know what kinda nigga I am? Lemme tell you 'bout the nigga I'm not - I don't fuck with the cops Platinum don't mean that it gotta be hot I ain't gotta love it, even if they play it a lot You can hear it when you walk the streets How many people they reach, how they use music to teach A "radio program" ain't a figure of speech Don't sleep, cuz you could be a radio freak (freak-freak y'all) (Chorus) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! Turn off that bullshit! (freak-freak y'all) Turn off the radio! (Stic.) People's Radio, you on the air (caller) I got a phat chain, I got a phat whip (caller) I got a... *hang-up* (Stic.) Nigga get off that bullshit! (*high-pitched voice*) Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin for the people Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter (Stic.) - 2X Freak-freak y'all, to the beat y'all DP's dawg, we got the heat dawg People's Radio, on ya stereo For the ghettos, and the varrio (*high-pitched voice*) Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin off the meter Crank up your speackers, your woofers and your tweeters Turn up your receivers, we bangin for the people |
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I'm tired.
I'm tired. I'm tired of struggalin, dog. I'm tired of struggalin, dog. The system ain't gon' change, unless we make it change. The White House is a rock house, Uncle Sam is a mother fuckin' pusher man. What I gotta do to make sure ya understand? Spit it on the beat-box Timbaland? What I gotta do? (Uh?) Kidnap Aaliyah, take her melody? Make it relevant? Hold her harmony hostage to these people-army verses? Stash the arms in the churches, bombs in the purses. Just when you think it's calm on the surface, we bomb on the first. Uncle Toms get nervous every verse. Revolution ain't a curse words. (Uh-ha.) First come, first served. It ain't no lost slug, Freedom cost the blood. That's word to the mouth, bird, nigga. We need a revolution, We need a revolution, The system ain't gon' change unless we make it change. We need a revolution, We need a revolution, The system ain't gon' change unless we make it change. (Black Power) We need a revolution, (RBGs) We need a revolution, (RBGs) (RBGs) (Nigga, that's that RBGs.) (Black Power) (RBGs) (RBGs) (RBGs) (Nigga, that's that RBGs.) Got a cure for AIDS and cancer. Wanna know? Come, follow me now. Diabetes and sickle-cell even mad cow. Wanna know how? I can stop these cops from killin'? I can feed the' hungry children? I can stop racism, a product of cap-it-a-lism? I can unpack the prison and turn religion back to we livin'? I can stop the bloods from pillin' caps and the crips from pillin' back and get yo' cousin off crack I can stop the war (Tat-tat-tat) that's in the black hood. Send the money right back to the po', fo' sho, an', if you with me nigga, let me know let's go, if ya really wanna know. (I wanna know) (We need a real solution) Mutha fuck they constitution. RBGs off in this thangs, they hip to the game, get it off the chain. The system ain't gon' change, unless we make it change. We need a revolution, (Come on, Come on) We need a revolution, (Come on, Come on) The system ain't gon' change, unless we make it change. (They say) We need a revolution, (They say) We need a revolution, (Come on, Come on) (People army, nigger.) Biggest dope dealer's in the White House. (we need a revolution) Can't get no justice in the court house. (we need a revolution) Politician' cars comin' out the crack house. (we need a revolution) How the fuck you gon' take us out Same thing goin' on at yo' house. Same thing goin' on at my house. ??? layin' up in the penthouse, so we ain't You are now listening to WIBG the People's radio |
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u betta respe..ct prez i can to different places more than 1 tym i can go insyd ur head and blow it up wit ma mynd
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Call me.......
oohoohhoooohhhoooohohhooo Dis code red, if u black, we need green, know what I'm sayin? Michael Jordan, Oprah Winfrey, hit me, hit me, Michael Jackson, Bob & Whitney, hit me, hit me, Magic Johnson, we need bout fifty thousand, hit me, hit me, Doctor Huxtable, help us build a hospital.... |
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(stic.man & m1) (talking)
m1 - ugh, know what I mean? stic.man - I can't believe these niggas m1 - gon' flip they scurve, these niggas, what? stic.man - mo'fuckin star spangled banner shit m1 - yeah, I can't even- yo, fuck that, i'm not fuckin with this shit i'm not fuckin with none of these niggas stic.man - red, white and blue thugs, now m1 - ugh stic.man - that's how it's goin down niggas m1 - straight r.b.g.'s (r.b.g.'s), for life, for life stic.man - y'all talk bout the rocks on your watch m1 - know that stic.man - y'all niggas don't even know what time it is m1 - yeah, ugh, you betta chorus: (stic.man & m1) know your enemy, know yourself that's the politic george bush is way worse than bin laden is know your enemy, know yourself that's the politic f.b.i., c.i.a., the real terrorists know your enemy, know yourself that's the politic george bush is way worse than bin laden is know your enemy, know yourself that's the politic c.i.a., f.b.i. the real terrorists (stic.man) you got to watch what you say in these days and times It's a touchy situation, lotta fear and emotion september 11th televised world-wide suicide planes fallin like bombs from out the sky they wasn't aimin at us not at my house they hit the world trade, the pentagon, and almost got the white house now everybody walkin round patriotic how we gon' fight to keep freedom when we ain't got it? you wanna stop terrorists? start with the u.s. imperalists ain't no track record like america's, see bin laden was trained by the c.i.a but I guess if you a terrorist for the u.s then it's okay uh huh (m1) they try to make us think we crazy but I know what they doin, they tryna put us back in slavery check it, to get on welfare you gotta get your fingerprints soon ya gotta do eyescans to get your benefits now they got them cards to swipe, ain't no more foodstamps shoulda seen it comin, now it's too late to get amped and everything got a barcode so they know what you got, when you got it, and what you still owe you seen them projects, lately you better watch it why they got us surrounded if money is the object? why they use satellites to keep track of the criminals? why they puttin jails in schools, is it subliminal? cameras everywhere to protect us from one another or is it the undercover, disguised as big brother and even freedom of speech is limited mad leaders done spoke up, and look at what these crackas did (chorus) (m1) and you ain't got to believe me go 'head and listen to bush the dope pusher on the t.v what you think the war is for? cause the greedy wantin more and more we be hustlin the corridor I would never join the military one soldier to another, nigga holla if ya hear me goin out to the best sons and daughters don't be a lamb gettin led to the slaughter I'ma keep ridin when my momma released cause ain't no stoppin us now, dawg freedom before peace ugh they got a plan for us? we got a plan for them and this time we gon' win who in? you out? you in? no doubt, we men ain't no ridin the fence It's called self-defense It makes sense when they tell us we gotta shackles on our brains (say what?) I'll be damned if I sit here and let them put us back in chains (singing) at the bonfires of the city I've seen blood (stic.man - a'what?...) blood (stic.man - a'what?...) blood (stic.man - a'what?...) |
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Chorus
And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more Verse 1 Well did you know the pen was stronger than the knife and they can kill you once but they cant kill you twice did you know destruction of the flesh is not the ending to life fear not of thee anti-Christ Did you know that I exist before the earth and did you know my eyes are windows to the world Did you know you cant go a Zion and a wear jerry curls Cant tell the boys from the girls Ya body just a vehicle transporting your soul Its what inside the people is beauty to behold Fear not of evil Everyday them fleshed growed Changes of the times they get told Chorus And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more Verse 2 Me say me want Freedom, justice, equality As it was written on the book of lights and sociality Me want fa big up Marcus Garvey say me big up Huey P Me na want no brutality in a me reality I can see it in the signs everyday I live Its clear to ma mind somthin getta give The system is the problem but it aint just gonna change The people got to fight as one and break free from the chains We livin in a time where whitey got us corned Shackles on the brain police on every corner They lookin for some soldiers but they so hard to find My elders say be patient cause things come in time Not fast enough because They want fa rewrite ma history and make the motherland a mystery cause we to strong fa them to dis we because if it wasn't how it is then it would definitely be because the days is up blaze it up AFRICAN WARRIOR raise it up Push it up Fill up ya cup We had enough so we're gonna buck Now is the time open ya mind Then you will find its a design You matter what you do no one can stop the time Don't want no KKK no CIA no brutality Ghetto youths and RBG we ridin fa liberty Been here before the start still here after it's over And its written in the heart of every soldier Chorus And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more And it was written up in the book of lights theres and mansion and your forever more |
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(woman singing)
(stic.man) Beatnuts, dead prez (woman) What I wanna sayyy (stic.man and/or m1) Everytime I look around, I see So much drama goin down Everytime I look around, I see So much fakeness goin down (stic.man) Why I'ma- be stingy when I could share? Why I'ma- be hateful if I could care? Why would I hate my own? Or forsake my own? Why would I- fuck around and get a jake on my chrome? I wouldn't- have to stick you if we all could eat It wouldn't be no need for beef Dyin over streets we don't even own anyway You could get bucked off anyday We behind enemy lines Y'all still writin Hennessy rhymes While I'm tryna find a good price for a nine Feel like my life on the line That's why a nigga be hype all the time Ready for the revolution at the drop a'a dime (m1) I got a duty to have security for my niggas My duty to serve the beautiful black sistas A duty to stand wit' anybody that's wit' us And fully criticize all bullshittas There should be awards presented- to niggas who fight back Like Panther jackets, or sistas who light gats I'm a full-blooded warrior, ready for change Recognize any soldier that's doin the same Because I love who I am, and that means everything to me My life ain't worth a damn unless I'm dealin with reality When I look myself in the eyes, it's just me And I don't have to tell nobody no lies, I feel free And I would rather deal with the truth and falsehood Than bein fake with my people and claimin 'it's all good' You can't run away from ya self, so that's useless If your word is bond, then you don't have to make excuses Everytime I look around, I see So much drama goin down --Hold up! (intro to 'Old School Survival') (crowd) Wait a minute! Let's take it back to the old school (man talking) Yo, 'memba back in the day? When sh- everything was all smooth 'n calm And shit was like- (other man)snap? on, nigga Yo man, I'm doin it, I'm doin it man I'm sayin like-'memba back in like in '70 Fuckin '79, Nah, nah '87! Tha's my favorite |
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Fake, fake records...
Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs 1, 2 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks says it controls your brain - I know better than that, that's game And we're ready for that two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry Agent with a wire, I'm gonna know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We rock for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills Because they not, MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R&B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake this real hip hop, And it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what ya niggas wanna do DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2 DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up... They call it... Fake, fake, fake records... |
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