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[Black Thought] Move, if you got the nerve Lash out for your just desserts It's not just the worth Some of y'all heads up in the clouds I'ma bring y'all back to earth It's black back to birth [bad word] y'all talkin' 'bout Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned Cause y'all got the nerve It's y'all turn like Detroit red When he said he had an ultra perm The long walk to burn your bare heels So they worn your boots The game camouflage like army suits But I can see it more clear cause I came with the coup in here Ring the alarm and form the troops Send 'em out into the world, go to war in a fluke Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot [bad word] at ya neck sick ya hand, something wrong with me [bad word] somethin's wrong with you When you cheat just way to smart to question The enemy the brothers of a [bad word] The governments of the world is shark infested They heavy on weaponry like Charelton Heston Man yeah it gets low here uh, real low Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? [bad word] I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do? (it's my favorite mutiny) I ain't rockin' with you, you're logic does [bad word] (it's my favorite mutiny) [Boots] Death to the pigs is my basic statement I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement Tryin' to stay out the pen while we face enslavement Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments I was grippin' my palm around some [bad [bad word] Tryin' to find psalm number 151 To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch [bad word] Alright, put down the bottle [bad word] get the guns I get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10 They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den Said at least a track then, seeds & stems Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm I'm get my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in. We gettin greased again The [bad word] I write is so cold, It'd freeze my pen I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you Never let they punk [bad word] ever defeat you They got us on the corner wearin pleather and see [bad word] All y'all's gold mines they wanna deplete you I ain't just fin to rap on the track, I fin to clap on the back And it's been stackin' to that Been a hundred years before iceberg ever lean back in the 'lac Before they told Rosa black in the back Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack And Gil-Scott tradin' rappin for smack This beat alone should get platinum plaques I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrack 'Cause if we bappin' 'em back we automatically stack [bad word] [Talib Kweli] This the guy like [bad word] C[e1] Riq, Boots and me Activate in [bad word] Up in the bay like Huey P It's like a free, it remind me of the Kder's love for me But beats got it twisted, I'll untangle it Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with This is my favorite [bad word] I came in the game with any way to spit Ya got a questionnaire, who you bangin' with? Take it back to M hotel Throw a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect Killer flow form a real niggaz laughin' and forni fairly at a jigabou at a penitent (???) Once again you can feel hip-hop Underground, still about [bad word] Gangsta like, [bad word] the cops Talib Kweli revolutionary mc, and that ain't about stuff [bad word]