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The Cooldown Experience: George Michael Vs. Michael Jackson (The Sunset Lounge Orchestra) · Stay on the Streets (Mr. Criminal) · ┬íReleased! The Human Rights Concerts 1988: Human Rights Now! (Youssou N'Dour) · ┬íReleased! The Human Rights Concerts 1988: Human Rights Now! (Youssou N'Dour) · Stay Human (Michael Franti) · Stay Human (Michael Franti) · Stay Daddy Stay (Nikka Costa) · Stay Poor.Stay Happy. (Cub Country) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Stay Alive (Matt Skiba) – and 90 other albums »


Crime after crime - conditioned criminality
Timed after time - randomized brutality
Reminds us we must live in fear
As we are held prisoner by the fear
the hood, go in
To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on folding
Take it from a ninja in scribes, stay alive
Keep rolling, and keep your guns
bein' human every morning

[Chorus]
Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
Can I hear it once again
Boom Bap tell your neighbor
flick can cause a heart attack
Cause it's more than action-packed
It's alive and killin and the star is a villain
And his name is Monster Crack
The crack
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
to divide
A need to split sides and how I fantasize behind the face I hide
And mix it with suicide and resurrect, revive
And still keep it alive like
peanut blue trap, 
I'm stuck, 
Stiff, 
Can't move, 
Paralyzed, 
Mud slides, 
Excuses, 
That are made up, 
Can't focus, 
I hang out wit, 
Commrads
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
hot
F*ck how much doe it costs
Were blowing up
But you man are blowing off
Blad, you're blowing out
You told Logan you're Mix CD was finished
But
shit's bout to change now
[Method Man]
Uh, why'all see I'm in the street strugglin
Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin
Stuck at rock
hard
It can only do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go
to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't
Peep this, something kind if for weakness 
Focus on the park and watch how I freak this 
Subject for survival, got to stay alive 
I gotta eat so I do
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
mind we can run but we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe
Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered
Broken into
but we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe
Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered
Broken into thousands of pieces,
(N8 the GR8)
California Capital mix
The Adolf Wilson House and tricks
You want to close shop on Hip-Hop 
With some bullshit politics (follow me now
remember what I said
Human'll find truth to tell a lie
Take away my past and don't show me I can fly
Sly like Stone, it's on, you say peace
I can't
never find
You can try to rewind time
But in your hearts an' your minds, we will never die
We are forever alive an' we continue growin' one day
And realized that this rap shit was gon' help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin' fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I
get her, about the scrilla my nigga
Stay loaded up and we ready, Box City working that jelly

Burning more streets than pereddy, while cutting up
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive

It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by