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    [Prodigy]
    Aiyyo, wordup Dunn
    Man you know how I feel
    Gotta be more to it than this, word up

    *Doing an impression of Scarface*
    This what it's all about Dunn? Uh?
    Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand)

    Whattup, I don't know baby
    Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up
    I'm tellin you right now
    I know this shit though, aiyyo

    Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to
    absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
    Take a few to give me a edge
    My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type
    Fully operational, my physical cream
    Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine
    Popped it inside the AR-15
    Put it aside, round up the regime
    While you rely on religion, I hold a nine
    on the mission, to pull fire on your opposition
    Revelation was the vision of this
    Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
    My story goes back to them lost Pyramids
    I'm seeing things that you won't believe exists
    He use a Lunar-tick, suspended in time Dunn
    The secondary light got your mind
    You rock the fatigues, to squab until ?popular? guns
    But are you really prepared, for the things to come?

    [KRS-One]
    Check it out
    True underground sound from the Boogie Down
    Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
    Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
    Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source
    Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
    You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators
    Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
    Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone
    They sendin me a writer that look like he's Home Alone
    Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
    This has got to stop -- your whole spot
    is blown sky high, battle why try?
    My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
    You don't understand, why you're publically banned
    until you recognize the writing skills of a black man
    Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin
    Gossiping over who's homosexual
    Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World
    You can't get with me, so now in Midtown
    you wanna stop and talk to me?
    Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
    Look I'm burnin this

    [Method Man]
    How many didn't want to see it happen
    Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
    Hate to see a brother do good through legal action
    So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad
    Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin
    these Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passion
    So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion
    Pedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theory
    Y'all niggaz don't hear me, Generation Next
    Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
    by the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
    Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
    is reality the truth, the whole truth and
    nothin but the truth, taste is the proof
    These niggaz want the Juice, and in the crossfire
    be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot

    [KAM]
    What kind of party is this, it's that political kind
    Where America's best, most hypocritical minds
    Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
    And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime
    behind suits, and clean shaves
    I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves
    Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
    I robs the damn nation
    so I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
    You marryin the dirt and I'ma throw in the tux for free
    I tell the people what they wanna hear
    I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
    So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin
    and start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
    I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
    That's my style, my pol-i-tricks
    Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic
    in the government, Republican or Democratic
    Fuck Freedom, Justice and Equality
    Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy

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