Dead Prez

We together on the same track now, baby!
Whatchu gon call us now?!

Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack)
Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy)
Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?)
Brooklyn, Come on, Come on

Sittin' in the living room on the floor
Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit
But I'm a maintain
Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper
We been living in the dark since April
On the candle, gotta get a handle
My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble
Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid
We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
Head to the notorious Southside
One weapon to the four of us
Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights
White boy in the wrong place at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
You know what this is, it's a stic up
Gimme the do' from your pickups
You ran into the wrong niggaz
We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment

Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)
Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)
Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)
Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
Hell yeah, Hell yeah

I know a way we can get paid
You can get down but you

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...

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...

Artist: Talib Kweli, Dead Prez and David Banner
Album: Beautiful Mix
Song: Ridin'


David Banner:

I'm from a place
Where You gotta let yo' nutz hang

Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your f**kin' guts hang

Right there in front of the kids

I might as well split your Whig
'Cause that's just what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, Man, the truth

F**k a 'Creek
? I care but you in doubts ?
And go "Woof"

He ain't dead
What pledge

There's a stank up in the Busch
Or a stank up in the White House

Shootin' board bullshit
Man, it's dead props
Here in Chicago
But hit this hi-lo

Warriors come play
Click the bottles

Cock them AK's (YEAH!)
Bust on KK's (YEAH!)

With the Knuckle boy
Or the Other Two
And the Stic-Man

Given Dead on your shirt
Like a Wristband
You a Grown Man
Nigga, Stand tall

Don't it hurt
'Cause you really
Ain't a Nigga, dog?

Don't it hurt
'Cause you really
Ain't a Nigga, dog?

(YEAH!)

Don't it hurt
'Cause you really
Ain't a Nigga, dog?

(Chorus)

Country boys, city boys
Cadalacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever...long as we Ridin'

Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long a walk
Now that we Ridin'

Dead Prez:

Yo'

Niggas is not orginal
Niggas follow the radio
Niggas think if You Blow
Then You gotta be on the TV Show

Crackas is hypocritical
Crackas will rob and shit on You
'Cause see You do what they do
They know freedom is powerful

Niggas is very visual
If we see it, we think it's true
Very few niggas make a move
And even less'll see it through

Crackas make up the chemicals
Then they call us the criminals
Crackas make all the loot
And we just get the residuals

Niggas will rob and shot on You
Crackas will drop a bomb on You
Niggas is having funerals
Crackas is having barbeques

Niggas sing the blues
That's reminicin' the spritual
But when You say GAWD is You
Niggas ain't really hearing You

Crackas like to capitalize
Them crackas a lie
They say if You don't ?unionnize?
Then You'll probably die

I hate callin' niggas niggas
So I'ma take it backwards
I ain't got now love for whithey
I love callin'em crackas (CRACKAS!)

(Chorus)

Country boys, city boys
Cadalacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever...long as we Ridin'

Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long a walk
Now that we Ridin'

Talib Kweli:

Yeah!

I call myself real
N-I-G-G-A
'Cause Kweli be
Showin' on the floor
And they policies
My philosophies
Show you that the block
Is a part of me
Freedom Fighter
Like Richard Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge beef
'Cause it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not scholarly

Now why do I call myself
A nigga
You ask me
Who's got my back
When the cops harass me
Ya'll can label
Cinncinatti
Can ride the train
Or with the Caddie

When they call you
Nigga they scared of You
They fearin' You
So actually
If CRACK is gone
Be fearing Niggas
Then that's what the
F**k I have to be

Now

It's a badge of honor
And some say that
Shit's upsurd
It's more than
just a word
We flip the shit
Like it's a 'bird

Pass it down through
Generations, then
Cuss you out and say it loud
The first generation
Of Muthaf**kas
To grab Our Nuts and
Say it proud
Country Niggas or City Niggas
Tupac Niggas or Biggie Niggas
In the coridor, floor or door,
And all my Mississippi Niggas
We connected
All throughout
The North, the East, the West, the South
And if a Wyte boy say the shit
He'll still get punched
Right in the mouth

(Chorus)

Country boys, city boys
Cadalacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever...long as we Ridin'

Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long a walk
Now that we Ridin'

(Ending 2x)

All they got for You
Is a Cell my Nigga
They want You
Dead or in jail
Without Rebel my Nigga

In the streets
It's similar to Hell
My Nigga
But we gonna Boss up
And live well
My Nigga

[Talking (sang)]
This is Dedicated...(Dedicated) to my mama
Political prisoner, so called war on drugs (Dedicated)
Headed by this U.S. government...(U my worst enemy)(Dedicated)
[I see you]...Uh, I'd ride for you [for pac dogg]
I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you
(Dedicated)

[sang]
The circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo [x4]
(Dedicated to whaaaaat) [x4]
[talking over singing]
I'd ride for you, I'd roll for you, I'd die for you, it's all for you
U R ripping us apart
Shit's, dedicated to crack, I dedicate it to that
Uh, Uh...before you came...Never...Never

[{Echo} Talking]
Before you came, the triangle never broke
{the triangle never broke}[Word Up]
We were melted, and bonded as one (one), ONE (Dedicated)
But as the two pushed you away {But as the two pushed you away}
The one got weak and embrassed you {One got weak and embrassed you}
[I seen it]
And now You R ripping us apart {And now you R ripping us apart} (Ripping us apart)

[sang]
(Dedicated to whaaaat) [x2] Dedicated to what [x3]
(Dedicated)

[{Echo} Talking]
The worst feeling, {The worst feeling of helplessness}
The greatest pain, has rested in my heart {has rested in my heart}
The vision of heaven fades {The vision of heaven fades} (Dedicated)
And the nightmare of loneliness has started {And the nightmare of loneliness has started} (You started it, I'ma finish it)
My hero has been defeated by you {My hero has been defeated by you}
And now what can I do {And now what can I do} (Whatchew want me to do)
Watch as you destroy us? {Watch as you destroy us} (Uh-huh, Uh)
And our love is finally through? {And our love is finally through} (No)

[sang, repeated over next verse until 2:38]
The circle, can never, be broken, NoOooo
(Dedicated to what, dedicated to crack)

[{Echo}]
I know the worst is here {I know the worst is here}
I feel it in my heart {I feel it in my heart}
U got in the circle {U got in the circle}
Now you're tearing Us apart!!! {Now you're tearin Us Apart!!}

[talking]
Dedicated to what (repeated over and over)
Dedicated to who
Dedicated to Pac
Opposite of crack, fight back
(Dedicated)
(Dedicated to whaaaat)[x4]
(Dedicated)
(Dedicated