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The red devil gives the blue bird a pink-slip
The purple power showers green into the white lips
Not everything is so black and gold
Attack the mold, never

This is my new big stick policy, straight from my lips, to your ears
This is my new foreign policy, to alleviate your fears

You better move, be

This is my new big stick policy, straight from my lips, to your ears.
This is my new foreign policy, to alleviate your fears.
You better move, be

I looked down in there
It was was only a dream, I knew
I knew it was new
It was only a dream
I knew it was true
I die
Things come true 
I die
They do

new batch
So I just relax and let HER do HER
Cuz I prefer to defer to Black Girl Magic
Plus all the things me and my queen put into her
Lifes a blur
I

misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic?

nothing good coming till you do right by me

I'm poor
I'm black
I may be ugly
I'm poor

I'm black
I may be ugly
I'm poor
I'm black

I may do the ugly
I'm

Harder Than You Think

Public Enemy

How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul???

2007

ain't got nothing to do with rap
Check the facts, expose those cats
Who pose as heroes and take advantage of blacks
Your government's gangster, so cut

(Cash(Aye) Money(Aye)) 
Cash Money (Money) 
All I talk is blue hunnids you don’t speak nothing (speak nothing) 
Cash Money (Money) 
You better go get you some

I Have a Dream

Martin Luther King, Jr.

In Search of Freedom

1968

cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice

Harder Than You Think

Public Enemy

Hip Hop Jamz

2012

ain't got nothing to do with rap
Check the facts, expose those cats
Who pose as heroes and take advantage of blacks
Your government's gangster, so cut

twist
My retribution is swift
I can't be judged by my own fist
Don't listen to the hiss
Two black eye's
One swollen lip
Karma's carnage you can't skip

some of their fears
Homie, Who am I?
A Black man with black hands
Man, Who am I?
A Black guy with black eyes dawg
Who am I?
A boy who probably just got

point in being sad
Trees that sway like words in the breeze
Nothing matters not even the bees

Yellow cut back from the wrist to the elbow
Black cocked

shit for clout cause they dry like a pile of hay
Ain't nothing new nigga
Ain't shit to do withcha
I'm pushing shit like van gogh or kanye
In the van

of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San

Spitfall

Pain of Salvation

Scarsick

2007

and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star,

nothing but move your lips like Milli Vanilli
I'm the guy, no, I'm disguised
I'm just playing by your side with knives and smile like I've got nine
No, 44,

looking crab in the barrel'ish to me
You live by it you die by it
Y'all fake news We not buying
Y'all could keep Trump and have Biden
The streets don't love

was authority
Said I'm calling the cops say a black man's attacking me
Emmitt till new age chills that's a real fear foreal
Yea them ppl still lynchin

a tournament with a permanent crease
I strike fear in the hearts of Rap figures
Who mind bear the stigmas of time, no black privlege
From boom brap niggas

bomb
Explode like pipe bomb

*Joel DeMartino*
New blood craved by the lips of the free and bright
New blood drips on the edge of my bowie knife
It's do

the surface are deep-dwellers
Armored by respiratory shields
"Breathe and explore"
"Devour your naivety"
'Your infant eyes await"

From above, new yes shifted

Motivation got me 
In that Benz

Growing business
Still shaving my ends now 

So it Ain’t
Really nothing 
A nigga 
Can fear now 

Chasing my fears now
Poppin