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(Omali Yeshitela)
I'm not a hunter but i am told, that, uh, in places like in the arctic, where indiginous people sometimes might, might, hunt a wolf, they'll take a double edged blade, and they'll put blood on the blade, and they'll melt the ice and stick the handle in the ice, so that only the blade is protruding, and that a wolf will smell the blood and wants to eat, and it will come and lick the blade trying to eat, and what happens is when the wolf licks the blade, of course, he cuts his tongue, and he bleeds, and he thinks he's really having a good thing, and he drinks and he licks and he licks, and of course he is drinking his own blood and he kills himself, thats what the Imperialists did with us with crack cocaine, you have these young brothers out there who think they are getting something they gonna make a living with, they is getting something they can buy a car, like the white people have cars, why can't i have a car? they getting something they can get a piece of gold, white people have gold, why can't I have gold? they getting something to get a house, white people have a house, why can't I have a house? and they actually think that theres something thats bringing resources to them, but they're killing themsleves just like the wolf was licking the blade, and they're slowly dying without knowing it. Thats whats happening to the community, you with me on that? Thats exactly, precisely what happens to the community, and instead of blaming the hunter who put the damn handle and the blade in the ice for the wolf, that what happens is the wolf gets the blame, gets the blame for trying to live, thats what happens in our community, you don't blame the person, the victim, you blame the oppressor, Imperialism, white power is the enemy, was the enemy when it first came to Africa, and snatched up the first African brothers here against our will, isss the enemy today. Thats the thing that we have to understand. |
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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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(Chairman Omali Yeshitela)
You have the emergence in human society of this thing that's called the State What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy It is the po-lice department. It is the Army, the Navy It is the prison system, the courts, and what have you This is the State -- it is a repressive organization But the state -- and gee, well, you know, you've got to have the police, cause.. if there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to yourselves! You'd be killing each other if there were no police! But the reality is.. the police become necessary in human society only at that junction in human society where it is split between those who have and those who ain't got (Dead Prez) I throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct, you know how we think Organize the hood under I Ching banners Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandanas F.B.I. spyin on us through the radio antennas And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watchin society With no respect for the people's right to privacy I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P. while all you fake niggaz {*UNNNGH*} try to copy Master P I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live Bring the power back to the street, where the people live We sick of workin for crumbs and fillin up the prisons Dyin over money and relyin on religion for help We do for self like ants in a colony Organize the wealth into a socialist economy A way of life based off the common need And all my comrades is ready, we just spreadin the seed (Chorus: Dead Prez) The average Black male Live a third of his life in a jail cell Cause the world is controlled by the white male And the people don't never get justice And the women don't never get respected And the problems don't never get solved And the jobs don't never pay enough So the rent always be late; can you relate? We livin in a police state (Dead Prez) No more bondage, no more political monsters No more secret space launchers Government departments started it in the projects Material objects, thousands up in the closets Could've been invested in a future for my comrades Battle contacts, primitive weapons out in combat Many never come back Pretty niggaz be runnin with gats Rather get shot in they back than fire back We tired of that - corporations hirin blacks Denyin the facts, exploitin us all over the map That's why I write the shit I write in my raps It's documented, I meant it Every day of the week, I live in it; breathin it It's more than just fuckin believin it I'm holdin them ones, rollin up my sleeves an' shit It's cee-lo for push-ups now, many headed for one conclusion Niggaz ain't ready for revolution (Chorus: Dead Prez) {*police siren wails*} (Fred Hampton) I am.. a revolutionary and you're gonna have to keep on sayin that You're gonna have to say that I am a proletariat I am the people, I'm not the pig (another speaker) Guiliani you are full of shit! And anybody that's down with you! You could man-make things better for us and you cuttin the welfare Knowin damn well when you cut the welfare, a person gon' do crime.. |
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(conversations in a prison facility)
(Verse 1) Yo, little Khadejah pops is locked, he wanna pop the lock But prison ain't nothin but a private stock And she be dreamin 'bout his date of release She hate the police But loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her Her father's a political prisoner, free Fred Son of a Panther that the government shot dead Back in 12-4-1969 4 o clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine Cuz Fred Hampton jr., looks just like him Walks just like him, talks just like him And it might be frightenin, the feds and the snitches See him organize the gang, brothers and sisters So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go 18 years because the 5-0 said so They said he set a fire to a Arab store But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor HOOK: Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates Most of the youth never escape the jail fate Super maximum camps will advance they game plan To keep us in the hands of the man locked up (Hello?) Collect call from Ness (Where are you?) Yo shit is crazy boo, I miss you (Have you been alright?) Yo, can you put some money in my commisary? (Verse 2) Little Kenny been smokin lucy since he was 12 Now he 25 locked up wit a L They call him triple K, cuz he killed 3 niggas Another ghetto child got turned into a killa His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin Used like a pawn by these white North Americans Mama couldn't handle the stress so went crazy Grandmama had to raise the baby Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home Carried the chrome like a blind man hold a cane Tattoos all over his chest so you could know his name But y'all know how the game go Deez kicked in the front door and guess who they came for A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been, shoulda been Never see the hood again HOOK 2X (Spanish speak) You aint gotta be locked up to be in prison Look how we livin 30,000 niggas a day, up in the bing, standin routine They put is in a box just like our life on the block Behind enemy lines (Repeat) |
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Our people are poor,
And you know damn well nobody wants to be poor This play is gonna show how the pigs react when the people start To take community, control over what belongs to them And liberate it back (echoes) Sometimes I just don't care (Verse 1) Murderation, modern hanging education Price of your life is goin up it aint inflation Incrimination, they got my picture at the station Elimination, state to state we eatin by this nation Them belly full, my trigger finger got pulled To cut the bull shots'll warm your flesh like wool These tools for survival make fools out of rivals Fuck the Bible, get on your knees and praise my rifle Your life is done there aint another place to run Eat your own gun scared because my people never known fun (Verse 2) Cops drive down the streets and blow my friends away I try to smoke enough lah to take my sins away This E&J be freein us in it's own special way son We live for the day, the only way done The violence in me, reflect the violence that surround me A truth thats riling Mr. Charley keep his eye on me To figure my head, but them ass kissin niggas is dead We learn the chokeholds with fishermen's thread I read The Art of Sun-Tzu in a couple of fuckin days Used to practice Kung-Fu with this nigga that's like, double my age And you can put this on the government's grave Somebody payin for the way we have to suffer and slave Assassination, word up I hope they get the assassins, I hope that something is done to them Problem is they're killing them, it reminds me of something like what Happened to Lincoln Chorus You aint even safe wit a full clip I swear on the president's grave I'm sick of livin in this bullshit We down to take it to the full length Meet us up on Capitol Hill, and we can get up in some real shit (repeat) Assassination, *gunshot* yeah |
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It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation Pardon me love but you seem like my type What you doin tonight? you should stop by the site We could, roll some weed play some records and talk I got a fly spot downtown Brooklyn, New York Now I know you think I wanna fuck, no doubt but tonight we'll try a different route, how bout we start With a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons Later we can play a game of chess on the futon See i ain't got to get in your blouse It's your eye contact, that be getting me aroused When you show me your mind, it make me wanna show you mines Reflecting my light, when it shines, just takin our time Before the night's through, we could get physical too I ain't tryin to say I don't wanna fuck, cause I do But for me boo, makin love is just as much mental I like to know what I'm gettin into We could have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation Time for some mind sex... before we make love Yeah, what you know about mind sex? before we make love African princess, tell me yo' interests Wait, let me guess boo, you probably like poetry Here's a little something I jotted down in case I spotted you around So let me take this opportunity Would you share a moment with me, over herbal tea? Take a walk verbally, make a bond certaintly Cuz in my hand I bet your hand fit perfectly And it's like we floatin out in space when you flirtin wit me C'mon, a little foreplay don't hurt (hmmm) Imagine my chest under this shirt, your ass under your skirt It's like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis Opposites attract that's the basis Our sex is the wind that seperates the yin from the yang The balance that means complete change, our aim Is to touch you in a delicate spot And once we get it started I ain't trying to stop But first we have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation Mind sex... She smiles, I smile She walks, no she glides softly by me changing night into day She opens her mouth to speak, and so sounds ring in my head She speaks, and i want to dance to her rhythm She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires, As i place my arms around her waist, Hold and squeeze unto me, I want to melt into her body, and discover the base of her warmth Her beautiful black body that, no human mind could ever conceive She's love She's truth She's real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens As real as the sun that bathes her body, As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose That blossoms in spring for she is that rose And not just any rose, But a black rose, Black rose stands tall and stronger than any other plant A black rose, that stands as creator, of nations of Black rose That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round Black rose, Sweet rose, Thornless rose Eternal rose Please look my way, Please look my way Please look my way Black rose |
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I was born black, I live black,
and I'ma die probably because I'm black because some cracker that knows I'm black better than you nigga, is probably gonna put a bullet in the back of my head!! Yeah our lives fucked up, no doubt All this shit we go through every day Sometimes a nigga don't know what the fuck to do But see I got my niggas And we gon organize a people army And we gon get control over our own lives And I mean that shit right there from the bottom of my shit I Ching (Verse 1) Yeah, yeah Imagine havin no runnin water to drink Chemicals contaminate the pipes leadin to your sink Just think, if the grocery stores close they doors And they saturate the streets with tanks and start martial law Would you be ready for civil war Could you take the life of somebody you know, or have feelings for if necessary? I got cousins in the military But far as I'm concerned they died, when they registered (Verse 2) Yo, this world is oh so cold, I think about my ancestors Being sold, and it make me wanna break the mold Fuck the gold and the party, train yourself, clean your shottie Tell me what you gon do to get free, we need more than MC's We need Hueys, and revolutionaries The niggas on the streets today, it's kinda scary The smell around my way ain't roses or strawberries In fact it's kinda poisonous, bringin out the boy in us But I'ma stand up on my own, like a man do Dominate the land and make wealth, like Fu-Manchu Yes the peoples army stick togehther like glue We represent the I-Ching, and to this we stand true Military formation, anyone participation is welcome Each one teach one, son help son Just one gun is all it take to get it started Livin in the wilderness of the west we cold hearted HOOK 2X: If you don't think it could happen think again my son Be prepared for the worst that's yet to come We want freedom, prophecies and ancient wisdom Cataclsym, niggas be like fuck the system I don't wanna be no movie star I don't wanna drive no fancy car I just wanna be free, to live my life, to live my own life (Verse 3) Yeah, I'm for peace But I'll kill ya if ya fuck with my moms or my niece See we all want peace, but the problem is Crackers want a bigger piece Got it where the niggas can't get a piece That's why police get stabbed and shot Cuz a nigga can't eat if the ave is hot Locked up you get three hot meals and one cot Then you sit and rot, never even got a fair shot That's where a whole lotta niggas end up My man moms even got sent up, tryin to keep the rent up When I'm bent up I think alot about the reason I'm here I think about the things I fear in the comin years Ahead of me, I'm ready for whatever they bring though I'd go against a tank wit a shank for my dreams And that's my fuckin word One day the whole world will smoke herb And niggas won't get took to jail for hangin on the curb HOOK 2X (next part of hook) HOOK |
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It's all love.
I don't eat no meat. No dairy, no sweets. Only ripe vegtables, fresh fruit and whole wheat. I'm from the old school, my household smells like soul food, bro. Curry falafel, barbequed tofu. No fish, or none of dem candy bars. No ciggarettes. Only ganja, and fresh squeezed juice from oranges. Excerisin' daily, to stay healthy. An I rarely drink water out the tap cause it's filthy. Lentil soup - is- mental fruit and, ginger root- is good for the youth. Fresh vegetables with the ital stew. Sweet yam fries with the green caleoo Careful how you season and prepare your foods, cause you dont want to loose - vitamins and minerals and that's the jewel- Life brings. Life is valuable , so I eat what comes from the ground- It's natural. Let your food be your medicine. No exceteran. Strictly herb, generates from the sun. Cause I got MELANIN. Drink water. 8 glasses a day. Cause that's what they say. They say you are what you eat. So I strive to eat healthy . My goal in life is not to be rich or wealthy. Cause true wealth, comes from good health and wise ways. That's why we gotta start takin better care of ourselves. Be Healthy Ya'll. - |
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- Peace,
- Who dis? - Yo, this Deedon Nigga, whats the deal Rob? - Peace, whats the deal you knowwhatI mean? - Yo these niggaz having this be Healthy shit today son (Yeah) you know how that shit is going down (Word) its gonna be mad trees (Damn), mad snaz (Man) ya mean you know how we gon do. - Yeah son I can't even fuck wit it man nah mean I got mad shit to do son - Yo son stop playing (Come on) - Man I wish I could fuck wit you man. (Do that shit tomorrow or something) - Yeah I wish I can go man but I got mad shit to do, this shit comes first you know? You know how it is man - Yeah I hear you man, you know I'm gonna hold it down and represent for you man P.e.o.p.l.e -Call me baby, one love -Yeah Peace Discipline makes things easier, organize your life Discipline makes things easier, organize your life Uh um, uh um, its gonna be alright Uh um, uh um, its gonna be fine Uh um, uh um, its gonna be alright Uh um, uh um, its gonna be fine Discipline, discipline (practice makes pefect) Discipline, discipline (Health is wealth) Discipline, discipline (All things in moderation, plan your work work your plan) Discipline (repeats until end of song fading out) |
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Intro:
"I was born, in a dump My mama died and my daddy got drunk They left me, to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road I grew up in a rusty shack All i owned was hangin on my back And Lord knows, how I learnt This place called Tobacco Road Tobacco Road, you're dirty and you're filthy Tobacco Road, gonna get me some dynamite and a crane I'm gonna blow it up, Lord knows gonna start all over again" "My mind is the place where I make my plans The world is the place where I take my stand The beauty of life is mine today They cannot take my mind away" (M1) Fuck what you heard, I'm from Africa This ain't no act it's mathematical Past the black radical I choose the M1, because it's practical Nothin was changed, we ain't protected No names, it's all factual They push the wrong buttons, count down to detonate Brooklyn blown away and the world will have to speculate This is what we learn in the streets, fuck a degree Believe in none of what you hear and half of what you see (Stic) It's like watching your own father smoke crack I have nightmares on shit like that No way in hell I'll ever get like that I seen a lot of shit in twenty-two years It's like a tour of duty My life is booby-trapped, it's hard to see the beauty When your heart is turning ice cold Cold like your hands exposed to blistering winds My mother keep her eyes closed, she say she prayin I listen close to what she sayin When she speak of Jesus I ignore it But when it's practical I'm all for it You got to think like a soldier I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters Discipline keep the mind focused This whole world is a corn field son Look out for flying locusts Chorus (x2) Don't let 'em get in your head, they try to probe you Figure your thoughts so they can try and control you And through you, control your whole crew It's psychology boy, now what the fuck that make you wanna do? (M1) You can't walk the streets with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind And if you know the time, give me a sign Tell me where we draw the line I got your back if you got mine My enemy's enemy is my man One dreadlock is stronger than one strand while the crackers got the upper hand My comrades stand on lands stolen Every tooth a golden opportunity Who holdin my community hostage? 10% ransom, costing us time we lost and some This is how the plan runs Thinkin with a fugitive brain What we do to live is insane Holdin the weed, healing my membranes Just like crack, you know it all boils down to the dollars-and-cents of it Niggaz commence to get [rents?] to sentenced to serve terms Jumping the fence, the black germ is loose When will they learn? Psychology (Stic) We piss on walls and smoke reefa in the halls No respect for their laws I cut your face with a kitchen knife In gladiator times, man against machinery The tree bark fatigues help me blend in with the scenery boy Life is a series of serious choices Theories is formed from experience, never mysterious forces Various courses of life can lead to failure Too much of anything is a trap, my mind snap Guerrilla warfare for two grand They say karate means 'empty hands' So then it's perfect for the poor man... They say karate means 'empty hands' So then it's perfect for the poor man Chorus (x2) Bridge (M1) When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals The mind is like a jewel son Only a fool wouldn't grasp it Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted When you think of us think of pyramids and pistols And glimmering gold teeth that shine like crystals The mind is like a jewel son Only a fool wouldn't grasp it Wisdom is a tool, you get blasted "Free your mind, and the rest will follow Seize the time, no one is promised tomorrow" Repeat until fade |
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Yo, it's a beautiful day, and everybody's feelin' wonderful The ladies is out, lookin' fly, dressed comfortable I love to wake up, and feel the breeze through my window Slip on a fatigues, grab a dutch and roll some indo It be days like these, that make life so much easier Fish thawin' out, Guinness Stout in the freezer Walk the block at my leisure (my leisure) Summertime is like a anesthesia So many pretty things to please ya The greenery Beautiful birds, natural scenery Or even just a infinite sky We be forever puffin' lah On the block, or tellin' jokes in the ride (ha ha ha) When the weather be hot, everybody be outside (whut) Havin' fun (aight?), eatin' fresh fruits and vegetables And good food put me in the mood for a festival Some say the summer make a woman more sexual (s'up, boo) It's instinct -- that's why my game be right on schedule I put the great Mother Nature on a pedestal She always fly, but today, she's exceptional If I had a chance to make a wish Every day would be just like this, full of Happiness Chorus: I feel great Even though we got mad things to deal with Happiness is all in the mind Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile I'm just glad to be livin' Feelin' fine Leavin' my bad times behind Feels great And no, we can't escape from the realness Happiness is all in the mind Let's unwind, and find a reason to smile I'm just glad to be alive Feelin' fine Livin' life one day at a time Feelin' great Yeah, knaw'msayin'? I just wanna give a shout out To everybody who got a birthday today Happiness (Happiness) Verse 2 Have you ever heard the children play? Sometime, I feel the same way, roll up a j, and get away Put some food on the grill And just chill Maybe build with my elders (uh) Never know the things they could tell ya Learnin' why the caged bird sings (why it do that?) 'Cuz it's the vital things you know that separate the men from the Kings The flowers that bloom and the Sun (uh) And everybody singin' the tune, 'cuz it's time to have fun We out, rollerbladin' (uh, uh), a day where no one coulda stayed inside Wash the car, now it's time to take a ride Me and my crew hangin' out, all night to sunrise Celebration of life, 'cuz every day is a surprise Think of the rich countryside on the land of Jamaica Mountains, springs and green acres Or any other place in the world your mind takes you It's the good times in life that everybody can relate to (uh) And you can leave your troubles behind And have a wonderful time Lay back and just ease your mind (whut) You can leave your troubles behind And have a wonderful time Lay back and just ease your mind Chorus |
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*two guys talking*
(guy 1) Help me! (guy 2) You want me to help you? Man is evil, capable of nothing but destruction (narrator) Once upon a time There was a very serious situation growing There was a farmer and a farmyard filled with animals And this is the story of their times Verse 1 Old man Sammy had a farm Walked the land with the wife Most of the time shit was calm His whole life was maintained off the everyday labor From the mules in the field to the cattle in the stable This is how we kept food on this table (maxing) You would have thought he was disabled by the way he be relaxing Acting like Mr. Magnificent But the animals were thinking something different The sentiment was tension in the barnyard Throughout the years they had been through mad drama With the farmer, word is bond And they all came to one conclusion They argued there was no way they'd ever be free If it was up to humans Therefore the only course left was revolution which was understandable And since the pigs promised to lead in the interest of all the animals They planned a full attack Under the leadership of Hannibal The fattest pig in the pack The next morning on the farm Everything was calm Just before dawn But before long The sun got so hot it made the farm seem electric Now check it This is when that shit got hectic Directed by Hannibal, the animals attacked Old Sam was in a state of shock And fell up on his back And dropped his rifle Reaching in vain Each and every creature from the field at his throat Screaming kill, feel the pain. Chorus This is the animal in man This is the animal in you This is the animal in man Coming true (2x) Verse 2 After they ran the farmer off the farm The pigs went around and called a meeting in the barn Hannibal spoke for several hours But when he talked about his plans for power That's when the conversation turned sour He issued an official ordinance to set If you not a pig from this day forth then you're subordinate That's when the horses went buck wild One of them shouted out You fraudulent pigs, we know your fucking style! Hannibal's face was flushed and pale All the animals eyes full of disgust and betrayal He felt the same way Sam felt They took his tongue out of his mouth And cut his body up for sale, for real (for real) You better listen while you can It's a very thin line between animal and man When Hannibal crossed the line they all took a stand What would you have done? Shook his hand? This is the animal in man Chorus (4x) Narrator Remember... |
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