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We got so much soul You can damn near see it Spinnin on a 45 I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint Dont

granted 502 and still doin' Give a reason I'm hatin' October celebration the dead Of the black the brown and red sick and tired of being sick and tired

Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man Microphone check Microphone check Can I get a check up from the neck up Can I kick a rhyme While I'm checkin my

Whole lotta love goin' on In da middle of what? Say what? What's goin' on? I leave 'em home alone Dey turned into danger zones Studio shootouts, leavin

I'm keepin' a cool head, smart and calculated Tell da skinheads what I said and they hate it One dumb move they make A mistake a turnover, going, going

Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They don't hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired so Sly'll take ya higher When I'm takin

: This is for the ones that do it This is for the ones that tell This is for the ones thats scared White mans heaven is a black mans hell This is

: Little piece of my heart like Janis No Joplin But pure hip hoppin As they try to ban us Crazy flight time no jacket Or ticket Wilson Picket had

: We got so much soul You can damn near see it Spinnin on a 45 I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint