Chained Minds

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Year:

1994

3:05

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Heh  some of the harder shit 
Peep this 
Niggaz get vexed  whenever I step in 
Always want to flex  so I got a weapon 
Which protects ME  and mine 
Get too bold  then you're seein  nine milli 
I rhyme silly but it really don't mean nothin 
I seen thugs always want a mean mug so I bring slugs 
to the party to reassure I be secure 
Really don't know why they beefin for 
I leave teeth in the floor like fossils  I toss flows 
Just to show you, what the boss knows 
I got style, to make men hostile 
I shall continue, then you still lost while 
Challenging in physical combat 
Show me the ringleader, and the wiz'll go bomb that 
I come fat, you niggaz front runt cease 
They say bigger punks fear but I don't hear what 
they say I should, and when a hood try to steal my goods 
Good! I want to show him that dreads can fly 
heads I stood my ground there's snakes around 
Schemin on the deep down but I defeat clowns 
with intellect, then the next flex so I'm good to wreck 
brains, it takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 
Chorus: Del 
It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains (8X) 
Verse Two: 
This conflict is making John sick 
But men want to fight over nothing, nonsense 
is common, and common sense is none 
Niggaz always want to grab your fists and run 
I try to walk down MacArthur, and talk ta 
pedestrians, who got the sacks to alter my mind 
And find the right, one 
Dug in the bushes, so I can get a tight one, it's fat 
I got it, and now I need to be leavin 
I believe men might get shady 
Even if they know me 
Just because we flow the oldie wants my dough 
We all know where he can go 
I'm not takin no shorts from you 
And you ain't takin shit from me 
I ain't no punk so I hit the G 
I'm throwin one-hitter quitters to trap em 
You know when I'm strapped, so I shoulda just mopped em 
but nah, I'm not foolish, I keep a tool 
with me, but that don't mean that I won't bust 
a fool's lip, equipped be my adjectives 
cause I had to live long 
In slums where chums come at you wrong 
And try to get you for all your cent 
Unless you're not dipped you got your de-fenses on 
They plot for your dough 
You might catch a hot one, so be careful 
I be prepared for fools 
Chorus 1.5X 
   

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