featuring Tragedy King Tee Grand Puba Def Jef Chubb Rock



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Keep control...



(Tradegy the Intelligent Hoodlum)

When I made arrest the president America ate me

Spoke the truth that the gov't hates me

They labeled me a prejudice poet

I'm speaking the truth as I know it

I hold on but it's hard for me to handle

Too much lies corruption and scandal

Cops want to kill a brother or two

Who do you call when the gang wears blue

I ain't going out like an Uncle Tom man

My gun is loaded and I'm itching to pull the trigger

I'm marking for death as a funky rhyme sayer

Corruption flows from the cops to the mayor

Mali troops will run through your resident

In my hand will be the head of your president

All you fess that made a check to throwdown

Will rise up for a political showdown



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(King Tee)

Yo, King Tee stepping in on a dark tip

Open your eyes and your mind and get a grip

Of the ropes and chains that kept us

Since we were black they didn't want to except us

But it's ok, I got my own plan

'Cause yo, I ain't down wit your program

The natives cook, wash and clean

And to the rubbers that throw in the scene

M-A-N-D-E-L-A

Now you got a chance to hear what he say

Since they kept him locked up for so long

'Cause his skin was black and his mind was strong

But we need to all stand together though

And let the red, black and green show

Become aware of yourself before it gets too late

Another message from King Tee the great



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(Grand Puba)

Yo bust it

Hung wit the flip, got a ?dooby? wig

Now she thinks she's all that shit, her man got zits -a