(Chorus)  
 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  
 Hon living lovely, Miss Gouchi  
 Even got a Benz when she drives around wit all her friends  
 Ugn, miss quick fast in a heedy  
 Speedy, speedy, speedy, the bitch is greedy  
 Spend so fast, she got caught wit 4 kids  
 And the man caught a nice thick bitch  
 Now the bitch is on skid  
 Screaming how she hates her kids  
 The move for the bitch is a thing quick and easy  
 Think slick, she better get wit the wick  
 'Cause foul, foul, foul is your style  
 You tried to run the race but you lost by a mile  
 See it everyday, it's the same old sorry song  
 How long must this go on  
  
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 (Def Jef)  
 Power now or never, together forever  
 And ever, sever make it endever  
 To enlight your brother when  
 I recommend to extend a hand  
 Expand it then wish strength to fend  
 Black women and men from the white power structure  
 They stucked ya in, stoled your culture and fuked ya  
 And you gave birth to a nation  
 You freelabel laid America's economic foundation  
 Blood, sweat and tears and fear for years  
 But now here was a peer to give you shift in the gears  
 The turn of the tables, knowledge and ables  
 Us to escape the sterotype wit the labels  
 And years of classroom fables, fiction  
 Fallacies all sorts and fabrications  
 ?For sarge? even fuss  
 Star Spangled story, stigma and stunts  
  
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 (Chubb Rock)  
 I know this 11 year old kid named Jeffery Cowen  
 And knowing his father slowing  
 And his mother is hoeing  
 And now should he be growing  
 He's too young to be sewing  
 he should just chill and be flowing  
 I know he was being malested and sold  
 And his mom for being infected  
 Never check it, so I invested  
 My time and made sure little bro was looked at  
 Pops got evicted, not a smack  
 Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless?  
 The bum got done by the one  
 And little Jeffery, no more tears left and drip  
 Mixed wit seaman on his lip, emotional trip  
 It confuses and bent ill thoughts  
 In the soul of the youngster  
 Is daddy a monster  
 That raw creates lip songs and heartache pain  
 Drys and open your eyes for the insane  
  
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