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Pat Battle

Pat Battle (born December 9, 1959) is an American journalist. Since 1996, she has been at WNBC-TV. more »

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By any means necessary
We built the country up, we'll burn it down
I say violence is necessary
Violence is a part of America's culture
It is as American as cherry pie
Good morning Vietn-america
I don’t mean to stare at ya
Or scare ya, see
I just wanna play your carrier
And if you’re wary, that’s very a-okay player
'Cause I got a knack for acting up on a track
And I won’t be backing up
Come hither my chitterlings
I wanna take you and make you all Queens
And Kings, on this rock that we on
We’re cells, we roam like phones
Mobile! You got a right to life and live
Ah Ah! Not! Gonna take no shit!
From powers that be, who sour the sea
Sully the air, they don't think we're aware
Hands up! What the f*ck are they on?
I guess they don’t think we can peep that long
Con of the Dumbo and ass in the room
No political party can guard my Black body, oh no!
So if the rich wanna diss
Then I’ll grab my dick with a fist like this
And piss in the pool of the class that rules
When they looked all upside my head I said
Hey man!
We so outta line
We can’t be saved, y’all ran outta time
I’m just an example, prime
One paradigm way out of his mind
And I don’t know when this life might end
But we’ll go as hard as we can till then
Aight?
Some law wanna pause our pulse
Yeah law wanna blow our minds!
Out, and it’ll cost 'em a bill
But they still get to go home, chill
Cold as an igloo too, when they get you, Got!
Bold as the issue, I kid you not
And I’ve got the proof in the snack pack bruv
Black rap fits Pat just like a glove
I got much love for the drum
The beast in me must howl at the moon
Soon, maybe ‘round opposite of noon
Ooh, ain’t no more room on the broom
So when I go zoom like the Amblin logo
Just know, gravity's a no-no
Po-po pursue the super in slow-mo
Nana nana nina na, can't catch me
I ate the flesh, and I drank the blood
Thanked all the Yanks, faked all the hugs
But I'm African-American man!
Known as the Negro, piecing the Legos
You keep the Eggo, let go the ego
Insert your halo straight up your A-hole
Stat, through the O-ring, past the crack
Suppose I'll pass on the master's hat
‘Cause needless to say, I'm Beautiful! Duh! Goddammit!
But I wanna be one of the
Brothers that live on infinite beyond a song
Oh what a breeze!
If you feel like a fire then set one
Got no heart? Go and get one
If you make 'em nervous, learn this
When they show signs of disturbance, just say
Hey man!
We so outta line
We can’t be saved, y’all ran outta time
I’m just an example, prime
One paradigm way out of his mind
And I don’t know when this life might end
But we’ll go as hard as we can till then
Hey Man! Hey Man!
So outta line, so outta line
Hey Man! Hey Man!
Ran outta time, ran outta time
Hey Man! Hey Man!
Outta my mind, outta my mind
Hey Man! Hey Man! Hey Man!
Goddammit

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