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I gotta get up where the guns never let up and niggas die slow when the game gets sped up, hope is just a broke nigga always getting wet up so brothers stay fed up and they smoke to keep they head’s up. Bill and ted only come around to cop cause they excellent adventures don’t involve getting shot. The box that cats rock catches static from cops they same second they try to set they foot on the block, they got us on lock, supplying the coke for the rock, tieing our dreams to the fiends while they prison gets stocked. – Stop – gepetto got the ghetto rockin stilettos lap dancing in an office face down in some jello, money green be the color, hip hop be the tempo about 80 beats per minute rocking you in your temple – image is everything so families hard at work be invisible, most brothers don’t slang but they’re regarded as criminal, some that do got a day job they’re committed to but deception be the drug every election’s addicted to. My high school never had many computers but they always had plenty military recruiters

When I say my, yall say city – bodymore, Baghdad, darfur, philly
When I say is too yall say gritty – broke glass, bomb blast, coke, cash, gimme

I spit fire like rebels in the dead of night writing on the skyline igniting the pipeline, the trifer the time the hyper the rhyme and the less incite it takes to decipher the line. I’m intelligent by design so I define my freedom as an act of defying all occupying forces extorting my resources and losses are large but I’m still attacking the hackmen and the people in charge – some people in the west ask me why it’s like that – and I say it’s cause I’ve got a right to fight back. – I used to be a big believer in diplomacy till I was staring down the barrel of your goals for me – fuck you and your entire empire, I’ll spit live wire rap till you expire – my land, my oil, my plans, not your puppet government or your scams. I’ve seen Afghanistan’s UNOCAL point man, u.s. protected contraband in his own land – no thanks sam - we got our own plans, we invented civilization and we’ll do it again troops out now, iraq for Iraqis – my people will never bow to America’s lackeys

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from The Art of Struggle, released August 6, 2008

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