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1. _ Air Hoodlum
Ridenhour - gary g-wiz - dr. treble - mr. bass
Risen up in the 'velt
Strong island new york
The 'hood in case
You did not know my base
There was a ballplayer
Who has all the skillz
Wit' the pill
To pay the piper
Plus all the bills
Mack the awesome game
Practiced in the heat
In the rain or in pain
Mick so quick 6 foot 6
Down to be picked
By anyone but the celtics
Oh what a handle
Could score from the floor
Wit' people hangin' on 'em
Pr even hangin' on 'em
But what he did best above all the rest was...
Grades 9 & 10
Mickey mack was all dat
But in class his ass
Sat way in the back
How i know 'cause i know
I used to flow wit' the bro
He didn't mind i used
To read him his own headlines
'cause he could not read 'em
His school wouldn't need 'em
If the lines wouldn't've went like dis
Mickey mack
Jumped over the candle stick
And stacked
Was his stats
But his d was still wack
Grades 11 & 12
He found the wrong clientele
And all
During class he would dribble
In the hall
But he got in trouble
In school but the trouble was
It was cool
If your brain was just another bubble
As long as he could
Score fiddy 2
Get 33 re-bounds
Fuckin' around
Teams lost to 'em
He went right thru 'em
Division, county, state
That's 3 count 'em
Championships
For a small town bro
That's bound to go pro
S.a.t.'s didn't matter
'cause he waz
All dat
You know the pat on the back
He was always in da news
You gotta know what it means
It means revenue
And i'm tellin' you
I saw cars and geez
Some to our school please approach
Hell wit' the principal
Where is da coach
Went to college four years
Wit' a scholarship
And came back wit' a championship
But when it came to his life
He didn't care
'cause he took it to the air
The fall begun
When mickey mack fell
Hell ripped his knee
Drafted last by personnel
Oh how, he loved the game
It was fantastic
Until he was cut 'n' couldn't stick
Times got tighter & tighter
He had an attitude
Was rude so he turned
Into a fighter
School wouldn't give
Him a job that he needed
Assistant to the assistant coach
They didn't need it
The he resorted to a
Stick up kid - ski mask & gatt
But this game he wasn't good at
And the drugs on the side
Police ambushed his ride
Bang it was
Another homicide
He was ghost you know
Hometown hero
But now he's zero
To those hypocrites
Who ripped him blind
For his skills
Without the will to develop his mind
Forever in the news
The community views
Him only as air hoodlum
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2. _ Gotta Do What I Gotta Do
Ridenhour - gary g-wiz - h. shocklee
I gotta do what i gotta do (uh)
So who the hell is you
To tell me how my song is wrong
You don't know
Layout & let the drummer go
You think my rap's about stealin'
But it's about feelin'
Sometimes drug dealin'
But few know how my flow
Don't get the proper review
I gotta do what i gotta do
Do whatcha gotta do first
Ooh
Here go da verse
I gotta do what i do best (uh)
Kick da nitti & ness
The danger zone
They better leave me alone
I got posse
Lus the feds had better watch me
I picked a bone wit' arizona
Droppin' kickin' a mission
Wit' no permission
I let 'em know why i did what i did
I got dialogue
Got 'em to even sing along
& got the semiautomatic
Tongue to da young
When there's static
They come & try to get some
They had the nerve to call the president
An' i wasn't hesitant
To scream i was a resident
So-called power of the people
Lookin' for the truth
Like guessin' my vest was never bulletproof
I'm edgin' close to the line
& it's fine time to know
Why the hell & da f---
I try to battle so
Much to touch never feedin'
A crutch to lean on me
Excuses is weak
That's why my look is mean
To the devils 'bout god
Another reason why it's comin' hard
My intellect doin' wreckin' effect
'till it's through
Gotta do what i gotta do
I gotta do what dey don't like
'cause i got a mike
The more i push
& the more you learn
& dey burn, you get another turn
To take the helm recreate
The realm of leaders
Not to say you never need us
But in da mirror
You can do it, it's so easy to start
Yeah baby you can see it on
A flow chart
And just in case
They ever get me in da middle
Of things before i go
You know i'm gonna take a swang
Until dey give what dey never
Gave i refuse to be
A slave i hijacked
The airwaves
Let ya know the dirt
Swept under the rug
Give the brothers a pound
My sisters a lil' bigger hugs
My rat a tat comin' right
& exact 'cause it's true
I gotta do what i gotta do
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3. _ Gett Off My Back
Drayton - h. shocklee - gary g-wiz - k. shocklee
The monkey ain't no joke
So you want to mess with the coke
Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy
The monkey ain't no joke
You better leave 'em alone
He's home grown, he's the cyclone
He's the moan groan, capone, the clone
The broken bone, tone
You've got to get off my back
We got the real flavor flav
Gettin' down with the sound
And he's tellin' you to get off his back
He's on your back gives you no slack
Don't give me no flack, because i know
Toe to toe, go to go
He's on my back
Get off my back
Aslam a lakem
And that's the way we take 'em
And if we got to frisk you down
Then that's the way we shake 'em
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4. _ Shut Em Down
Ridenhour - robertz - gary g-wiz - depper
I testified
My mama cried
Black people died
When the other man lied
See the tv, listen to me double trouble
I overhaul and i'm comin'
From the lower level
I'm takin' tabs
Sho nuff stuff to grab
Like shirts it hurts
Wit a neck to wreck
Took a poll 'cause our soul
Took a toll
From the education
Of a tv station
But look around
Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball
Boom and pound
When i
Shut 'em down
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
What i use in the battle for the mind
I hit it hard
Like it supposed
Pullin' no blows to the nose
Like uncle l said i'm rippin' up shows
Then what it is
Only 5 percent of the biz
I'm addin' woes
That's how da way it goes
Then u think i rank never drank, point blank
I own loans
Suckers got me runnin' from the bank
Civil liberty i can't see to pay a fee
I never saw a way to pay a sap
To read the law
Then become a victim of a lawyer
Don't know ya, never saw ya
Tape cued
Gettin' me sued
Playin' games wit' my head
What the judge said put me in the red
Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead
No no
My education mind say
Suckers gonna pay
Anyway
There gonna be a day
'cause the troop they roll in
To posse up
Whole from the ground
Ready to go
Throw another round
Sick of the ride
It's suicide
For the other side of town
When i find a way to shut 'em down
Who count the money
In da neigborhood
But we spendin' money
To no end lookin' for a friend
In a war to the core
Rippin' up the poor in da stores
Till they get a brother
Kickin' down doors
Then i figure i kick it bigger
Look 'em dead in the eye
And they wince
Defense is pressurized
They don't want it to be
Another racial attack
In disguise so give some money back
I like nike but wait a minite
The neighborhood supports so put some
Money in it
Corporations owe
Dey gotta give up the dough
To da town
Or else
We gotta shut 'em down
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5. _ Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - shocklee - sadler
Power, equality
And we're out to get it
I know some of you ain't wid it
This party started right in '66
With a pro-black radical mix
Then at the hour of twelve
Some force cut the power
And emerged from hell
It was your so called government
That made this occur
Like the grafted devils they were
J. edgar hoover, and he coulda proved to you
He had king and x set up
Also the party with newton, cleaver and seale
He ended, so get up
Time to get em back
( you got it )
Get back on the track
( you got it )
Word from the honorable elijah muhammed
Know who you are to be black
To those that disagree it causes static
For the original black asiatic man
Cream of the earth
And was here first
And some devils prevent this from being known
But you check out the books they own
Even masons they know it
But refuse to show it, yo
But it's proven and fact
And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back
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6. _ Megablast
Ridenhour - drayton - shocklee
Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out
They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route
Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system
20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em
Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind
Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin
Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears
Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears
Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product
Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct
Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past
Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast
Megablast!
Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please
Just give me just one more hit (x8)
I got a homeboy who is out on the block
He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock
He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star
He gets his product snatched by some people in a car
The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side
Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride
He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill
Fake gold plate on the back, no frills
Fake hawaiian suit, scratched up knees
In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese
An antique fork, how long will it last?
We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast
Megablast!
Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please
Just give me just one more hit (x8)
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7. _ How To Kill A Radio Consultant
Ridenhour - robertz - gary g-wiz - depper
Pusher of the button
Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin'
The mack of the format gettin' fat
Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood
Is flowin' money
Thank god 4 the boulevard
They keep the motor runnin'
The rap shows coincide wit' the tape flow
Bootleggers go inside and record the record low
They get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway
An now he wanna play what he wanna play
An got say on what is bumpin' of course he's gettin' somethin'
Never know what's good to tha neighborhood
Swear i never seen da sucker
In my necka da woods
The ass is connected to the brain stem
So i sing a simple song
So you can see the sucker in 'em
People got to make a call
To hear the yes y'all (yes y'all)
While the phone keep ringin'
You hear some singer singin'
Why don't dey play the jammy in the daytime
People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme
Is hot an got me tunin'
The afternoon is fm in the pm
Oh if that they could see 'im
Out-of-towner not down i think they'll dis him
Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel
Damn gimme rap no band i want some x-clan
I know dey even got it from the giddy
Stacked in the back
Only black radio station in the city
Programmed by a sucker in a suit
Slick back hair he don't even live here
Raps the number one pick so i draft it
I don't care about all the other demographics
When the quiet storm come on i fall sleep
What dey need is arbitron on the funky jeep
Too bad it's goin' on in fact my word is bond
To pull a disappearin' act attack until he gone
The whacker jam he play they pay i'm in da day
I don't think we gonna miss 'im we don't need 'im anyway
Can i kick it
Who the hell is on the radio
Or who's behind
Do you really think they'll mind
To play the funky jams
That everybody wit'
Some def jef or ice t
Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate
Or can dey get funky
Wit' the underground
Master ace get a taste
Bomb squad gettin' hard
Marley mart makin' hipper
Trax for jack the ripper
Pumpin' eric b or papa san
Still rollin' wit' run
Did you think that ever
In fact you thought that never
Control of your soul
Is by a suit and tie
Then u wonder why why u never hear a rhyme
I say we do 'im
Till it's done
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8. _ Hit Da Road Jack
Ridenhour - k. shocklee - gary g-wiz
I remember when us blacks
Were on our backs
Across tracks
Where we live
Now we packin' in cadillacs
Or pontiac if you know
What i'm sayin'
Po' old nigg thinks it's a caddy
And now he's playin' mack daddy
But that's all right i blame it
All on jack
Who's jack you ask me
You say, i say it every time
But the rhyme goes
Into your head down to your toes
And you missed me
Play it off like a diss, yo
Let's go & diss the
Wick wick wack
Wiggedy whack in fact
I'm sayin' hit the road hack
For the hook
I'll play it by the book
For the track
I'll bring it back
Look out: hit the road jack
Black is black
White is white
That's all right
If you're right
That's all right
No need to fight, yo
Much respect if your nature's in check
A little
If not expect me to cock a doodle do
A riddle
Just actin' cracka proves to be a
Killer to me like i refuse to be a negro
But we grow to be people
People
But our color had 'em playin' us out
Like we was cinderella
But if you take it & break it down
Full of noise but jack & his boys
Keep doin' what they wanna do
But hear me out
Jack goes under color
To kill one another
'cause some blacks act devil too
And if you see him
You can tell by his act
Not his word but his deed
And we bleed all because of that
Lifestyle of a dirty rat
And if you act like that
Step back & hit the road jack
Not jack the ripper
Or the jack of spades
I'm not jackin' for beats
Let's get jack the raper
Mothers cried while forefathers died
From the whip
And not a bit ever made the paper
When i come they all
Run & hide
And they quit
And yell loud
Here he come wit' dat black s--t
I'm thru wit jack
Bein' the quarterback of the scene
He's played out like bell-bottom jeans
I took a line from the main source
For that
I know they feel the same
Thank you
Hit da road jack
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9. _ Tie Goes To The Runner
Ridenhour - stewart
Here a track i found underneath
Findin' beats is a treat
An' i don't care if it top pop
Abracadabra can't keep a tab a
This stickin' around like d an' it stuck chuck
Into a mode, unloadin' pop, pop, pop
Go the weasels that dropped from the hip hop
Kissin' the good bye
Goin' goin' gone
Keep it flowin' on
Like a lemon i ain't livin'
Like a lime here's a line
To those here's a rose keep the casket closed
Gone and in check
The next is from the x
Wrecked and affected by the rest huh
How i'm gonna go i gotta flow
'cause they figure i'm a gonna...
Tie goes to the runner
Politikin' i be wreckin'
I reckon he's the electrician
Pullin' the switches on brothers
Who be in disposition
I never got along wit' the long
Arm of the law
I saw where they place the hardcore
To them it doesn't matter
Where it splatter
Our blood from the bullet
Not ballot i vote for jim brown
I know it don't rhyme
Does it matter that he
In fact he won't find
Excuses inside of murphy brown
I'm on a level livin' low
Here we go i know
If this was africa i'd try to give a necktie
To those runnin' & lyin' disguisin'
Three guys (surprise)
Tie goes to the runner
Not surprised at all
About the riot zone
And i moan
I wish they leave me alone yo
This was predicted not self-inflicted
By the rapp outta the 'hood
They picked it good
Hittin' heavy critical aim at all the phony names
Prez rembezzlers
Who gettin' voted mayor
Lookin' at 'em wit' an
Evil eye (why lie)
I don't buy the fly look
As the fall guy
I'm livin' low across the tracks
Politikin' who stickin' had better
Watch their backs
In another long hot summer
Tie goes to the runner
An' i quote
I freak da notes
I double the dose
All she wrote
Devour got the power of a double man
Get excited just don't bite it or you're in trouble man
Got a rhythm to ride
A thought provoke
'cause i don't joke
Here's a brother wit' an attitude
Don't get me rude
Chew it up wass up it's like food
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10. _ Hazy Shade Of Criminal
Ridenhour - drayton - the jbl - robertz - gary g-wiz
Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people & the beats
Some people accuse some people of crimes
Some people get away wit' losin' my rhyme
They don't like where i'm comin' from
So dey play dumb
Dumb diggetty dumbb diggetty dumb
But i'm tellin' you what they do
Play a fool
While the real thief cools in a pool
He who got the finger on the war button
Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin
Tv got 'em bigger than life
All he needs is a knife
Who's the criminal?
To the blind def & dumb
Hard to see 'em comin'
Don't be dumb diggety dumb
Politikin' writin' bad checks
Still dey gettin' wreck
Goin' fo' a nigga neck
Rollin' in a blue 'n' white gang
Ready to bang biggedy bang
Hangin' 'round da hangin' rope
Nope n-o-p-e
I ain't bendin' for the soap
Never understood why the 'hood
Half od who's in da joint
Now dey got me losin' my point
Gotta have it goin' on
Born criminal born
Take a piece of america back
But who had it first
Hear the indian curse
Robbed & stole so many so much
It ain't funny
Now who got 'em face on money
Politician passin' a bill paid in full
C-note rockin' in a pocket
How they livin' makin' sure they
Lockin' us up i got a feelin' i'm...
When it come to somethin' we say
What dey don't like is a brother like me
On da mike
In fact to the gritty ain't none of us wack
Noriega had back
Jeffrey dahmer enter the room without cuffs
How the hell do we set stuffed
In da back of a cell
On an isle
Ain't it wild
What's a criminal?
Only if i had one more time to kick
The rhythm that keep rippin' down the door
So the real crominals get exposed behind the clothes
Doors 'n' the suits that make 'n' break da law
Lookin' for my own 'cause i had enuff bull
I can't understand it must be crooked
Way they planned it
Police supposed to keep the peace
But i can't truss 'em
So i keep my piece
Loaded & cocked
'cause i don't miss the block
I'm talkin' about the ones who don't get chained to the rock
While we go away for the neighborhood crime
Never liked what i saw in the law
Indiana tress hangin' us instead of leaves
We hangin' the rope
Real criminals...
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11. _ Who Stole The Soul?
Shocklee - sadler - ridenhour
Once again, this is it
Turn it up
Here we go
But this time the rhyme
Gonna ask who did the crime
Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty
Like i wanna know who
Picked wilson's pocket
Afth, he rocket it
Fact, he shocked it
Same kinna thing they threw at james
An what did to redd was a shame
The the black get
The bigger the feds want
A piece of that ... booty
Intentional rape system, like we ain't
Payed enough in this bitch, that's why i dissed them
I learned we earned, got no concern
Instead we burned so where the hell is our return?
Plain and simp the system's a pimp
But i refuse to be a ho
Who stole the soul?
Ain't, no, different
Than in south africa
Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul
Like over there they stole our gold
Yo they say the black don't know how to act
'cause we're waitin' for the big payback
But we know it'll never come
That's why i say come and get some
Why when the black move it, jack move out
Come to stay jack moves away
Ain't we all people?
How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood
Help, straighten me out
'cause my tribe gets a funny vibe
They i'm wrong for singin' a song
Without solutions
All the dancers answer questions
And try to be the best and...
Let everybody know before i blow
For the sake of what's right
I wanna know who stole the soul?
We choose to use their ways
And holidays notice some of them are heller days
Invented bye those who never repented
For the sins within that killed my kin
But that's all right
I try do what a brother does
But i'll never know if you're my cuz
That's why i try my best to unite
And damn the rest if they don't like it
Banned from many arenas
Word from the motherland
Has anybody seen her
Jack was nimble, jack was quick
Got a question for jack ask him
40 acres and a mule jack
Where is it why'd you try to fool the black
It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance
To the red, white, and blue
Sucker that stole the soul!
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12. _ You're Gonna Get Yours
Ridenhour - shocklee
Ooh chuck, they outta get us man
Yo, we gotta dust these boys off
In this corner with the 98
Subject of suckers - object of hate
Who's the one some think is great
I'm that one - son of a gun
Drivin' by - wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when i'm goin' like this
Top gun - never on the run
They know not to come cause they all get some
Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane
Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain
Caught in my smoke - all they did was choke
Look at my spokes - you know i'm no joke
Out that window - middle finger for all
Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls
Suckers they got the nerve and gall
To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall
Chorus:
Suckers to tha side
I know you hate my 98
You gonna get yours (x2)
Pullin' away - every day
Leavin' you in the dust
So you know i get paid - on the mile ego trip
And 5-o tailin' on my tip
Watch me burn rubber - fall in my flame
This episode is always the same
Seein' no comp comin' like i'm blind
All left back - trailin' my behind
I go faster cops try to shoot me
They'll get theirs when they try to get me
I'll let it go - my turbo
Run, i'm in the river cause they're movin' too slow
Laughin' hard at their attempt
So what if the judge charged me contempt
I'd rub my boomerang - 'cause i'm feelin' proud
And i wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud
Chorus (x2)
Cruisin' down the boulevard
I treated like some superstar
You know the time so don't look hard
Get with it - the ultimate homeboy car
All you suckers in the other ride
Wherever i'm comin' get you my side
My 98 is tough to chase
If you're on my tail - better watch your face
Smoke is comin' when i burn
Rubber when my wheels turn
A tinted window - so super bad
Lookin' like the car the green hornet had
It's the reason i'm ahead of the pack
It's the reason i left them back
It's the reason all the people say
My 98-o blows 'em all away
My 98 oldsmobile is...
My 98 oldsmobile's so...
My 98 oldsmobile is...
My 98 oldsmobile's like...
Chorus (x2)
Understand - i don't drive drunk
My 98's fly - i don't drive no junk
No cop gotta a right to call me a punk
Take this ticket - go to hell and stick it
Put me on a kick butt - line up, times up
This government needs a tune up
I don't know what's happenin' - what's up
Gun in my chest - i'm under arrest
Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me
So i got my crew and posse
Took their girls and got them to thrill me
Stepped outside - got in my ride
Drove them around an' i looked around town
Caught 'em out there cold - ran 'em over and down
They didn't get me and that's the truth
Cause the 98-o is bullet proof
My 98 oldsmobile's so...
My 98 oldsmobile is...
My 98 oldsmobile's so...
My 98 oldsmobile's like...
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13. _ Louder Than A Bomb
Ridenhour - shocklee - sadler
This style seems wild
Wait before you treat me like a stepchild
Let me tell you why they got me on file
'cause i give you what you lack
Come right and exact
Our status is the saddest
So i care where you at, black
And at home i got a call from tony rome
The fbi was tappin' my telephone
I never live alone
I never walk alone
My posses always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone
Although i live the life that of a resident
But i be knowin' the scheme that of the president
Tappin' my phone whose crews abused
I stand accused of doing harm
'cause i'm louder than a bomb
C'mon c'mon louder etc...
I am the rock hard trooper
To the bone, the bone, the bone
Full grown - consider me - stone
Once again and
I say it for you to know
The troop is always ready, i yell `geronimo'
Your cia, you see i ain't kiddin'
Both king and x they got ridda' both
A story untold, true, but unknown
Professor griff knows...
"i ain't no toast"
And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus
It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although
I can't keep it a secret
So i decided to kick it, yo
And yes it weighs a ton
I say it once again
I'm called the enemy - i'll never be a friend
Of those with closed minds, don't know i'm rapid
The way that i rap it
Is makin' 'em tap it, yeah
Never servin 'em well, 'cause i'm an un-tom
It's no secret at all
Cause i'm louder than a bomb
Cold holdin' the load
The burden breakin' the mold
I ain't lyin' denyin', 'cause they're checkin' my code
Am i buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone - for information
No tellin' who's sellin' out - power buildin' the nation so...
Joinin' the set, the point blank target
Every brothers inside - so least not, you forget, no
Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste
A bit of the song so you can never be wrong
Just a bit of advice, 'cause we be payin' the price
'cause every brother mans life
Is like swingin' the dice, right?
Here it is, once again this is
The brother to brother
The terminator, the cutter
Goin' on an' on - leave alone the grown
Get it straight in '88, an' i'll troop it to demonstrate
The posse always ready - 98 at 98
My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity
Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone
I'm even lethal when i'm unarmed
'cause i'm louder than a bomb
'cause the d is for dangerous
You can come and get some of this
I teach and speak
So when its spoke, it's no joke
The voice of choice
The place shakes with bass
Called one for the treble
The rhythm is the rebel
Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on
Just thinkin' i'm breakin' the beats i'm rappin' on
Cia fbi
All they tell us is lies
And when i say it they get alarmed
'cause i'm louder than a bomb
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