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We are the seeds the Canadian dream
We the Metis  true north strong and free
Born of  the races that came to our shore's
Profit and Hope  forever

Blackman in Effect

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment [Edited]

1990

Wake up! 

Take the pillow from your head and put a book in it. 

It's time for the massive BDP crew at the top of the pile. 



Yo. In

Aural Pleasure

Blackalicious

Blazing Arrow

2002

(Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties

Release Pt. 1, 2 and 3

Blackalicious

Blazing Arrow

2002

grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do

to society
So Carter signed The Bill of Rights, section 504
The biggest minority group in the USA
For the first time in history will have a say
To be treated

free
Made it more acceptable
In polite society
To push for segregation
To protect white identity

Don't you fuckin' kid yourself.
It could happen here

Excuse me everybody, please listen up
For a few moments stop everything that you're doing
And pay attention to me
Yes, I mean everything
Stop

syphilis
My rhymes is sick your medicine
Irrelevant it makes sick I’ll stick
With societies
Let thy medicine be thy food yeah that fruit
Try to revert

the fucking book like
Shoot myself and move white
Yea I try to read but you keep searching me for crooked ice

Never had nothing getting once but you ain't look

the silly tricks that you played to me
Are now being healed by new medicine
I got sick of cleaning those dirty wings
It is time to step this reality

I wanna

Fire

Tribal Seeds

Youth Rebellion

2005

babylon seeds nah grow 

Equal rights and justice is what we crave for 
Mind not your science in this society, in this Iwah (time) 
See you boasting

captured
The shadow of death around every corner
Jagged lights in its eyes
It's telling me to smile and laugh
Here's you medicine
Wicked holiness, stride

As the fuckface who made society lose its temper

All out of fucks to give
You're out of oxygen
Tell me how does it feel to choke up on your medicine
It's just how

to prose and now he writes tales for posterity
What became of the page's name to this day remains a mystery
Sticks and stones may break your bones but

mood an inevitable consequence
Propagation through time; a zipper locking history
Occupant, environment, united by an individual struggle for ignorance

This is a letter for you who might feel powerless
Much love, Matty Mattrez
Sometimes I feel sometimes I don't
But I smoke weed and do the most
This

I think I'm losing my memory
I think I'm losing my memory
Floating in space on that third rock
Keys to my brain, with ease I unlock

History doesn't

Ain't no give or take when your lost up in a heavy state
Hesitate when you ain't looking for ways to deviate
Eliminating ideas that was already made

definite
Effortless measurements, staying relevant
From a rookie to a veteran, preachin' like a reverend

Music is my medicine, my history is my evidence