Paroles Four w's (clean) Non Phixion

Four w's (clean)

[Verse 1]
Check the scary facts of the where we at
Terrorists pull the teary gas
Known to carry gats so we gives a rat
Take ya back fourteen ninety two
The devil shaper of a crew in America the devil grew
To the current time now the politician be the devilish forever rich
Bomb bashin' inheritance forever sick
Inject the microchip into my dick
See these criminals who rob our tribe pleadin' the fifth
And the mental slavery continues if it was food
It would be they favourite dish on the imperialist menu
We fight to liberate ya mind state
But all I see's the fuckin' crack rock
The body count and the crime rate
Notice the life and death cycle
Why they whip them with the rifle
Like Malcolm X and Stokely Carmichael
Sharpen the stainless steel sherrigan and tie ya weaponry
Walkin' the West Bank like a desert storm vendorin'
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Why?, why you feel the need to hold me down
Who?!, who the hell is you to think you down
Where?!, where you gonna be in two thousand and two
What?!, *scratching* "Take these words home and think it through"
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[Verse 2]
I wanna be the catalyst for every street lyricist
I wanna see this movement like it was in eighty six
I free every son from crime scene they committed
I want Persians on the guillotine, with they neck split
I sell the Brooklyn bridge to a Saudi for an Audi
And I say, it was proper-ty, of the kings county
I reverse the effect, of physical neglect
I want whores in front of mirrors askin' where's my self respect
I want Ralph Lauren to get down wid Karl Kani
Have rodeo drives smack in the middle of Southside
I really want the Latin quarterback open
A pack of Newports for fifty cent and a quarter for a token
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