-Black Thought-

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Move, if you got the nerve

Lash out for your just desserts

It's not just the words

Some of y'all heads up in the clouds

I'm a bring y'all back to earth

It's black back to birth

Bullshit y'all talking bout

Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned

Cause y'all got to learn

It's your turn like Detroit Red

When his head had an ultra perm

The long walk to burn your bare heels

So worn were 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 them out into the world, go to war on a flute

Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot

Now I'm comin at ya next, sick of hearing something wrong with me

Motherfucker something's wrong with you

When you see they just way to smart to question

The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion

The governments of the world is shark infested

They heavy on weaponry like Charlton Heston

Man yeah it gets low here real low

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?



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I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do? (it's my favorite mutiny)

I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute (it's my favorite mutiny)



-Boots Riley-

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 shitty rum

Tryin' to find psalm number 151

To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch the commode

Alright, put down the bottle and come get the guns

Now get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10

They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den

Steadily subtracting seeds and stems

Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm

I weed my brain off 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 truth I write is so cold it'll freeze my pen

I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you

Never let they punk ass ever defeat you

They got us on the corner wearing pleather and see-thru

All y'alls' gold mines they wanna deplete you

I ain't just fine to rap on the track, I'm fine to clappin them back

And it's been stackin' to that

Five hundred years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the 'Lac

Before they told Rosa black in the back

Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in a sack

Before Gil Scott traded rappin for smack

This beat alone should get platinum plaques

I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap

'Cause if we bappin' them back we automatically stacked



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-Talib Kweli-



[unknown line] like Truman C

Tariq, Boots and me

Activating the community

Up in the bay like Huey P

[unknown line]

But the beast got it twisted, I'll untangle it

Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with

This my favorite shit, I came in the game with a new way to spit

That got you questioning who you bangin' with

Take it back to Imhotep

Throw a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect

Killer flow for all my real niggaz lap it up

Inform the family of the jiggaboo(?) that there's been a death

Once again you can feel hip-hop

The underground still about my glock

Gangsta like fuck the cops

Tell 'em Kweli a revolutionary mc, and that ain't about to stop



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