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And suckers be thinkin' that they can fake this / But, I'ma drop it at a higher level / 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down, hand out some beat-downs
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Bombtrack
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Just victims of the in-house drive-by / They say jump, you say how high, yeah
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Bullet in the Head
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Rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
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Bulls on Parade
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I be walkin' god like a dog, my narrative, fearless / My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris
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Calm Like a Bomb
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These people ain't seen a, brown-skinned man / Since their grandparents bought one
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Down Rodeo
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And The highway is alive tonight / Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
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The Ghost of Tom Joad
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Transmission, third World War, third round / A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
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Guerrilla Radio
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Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by' / Hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some putos
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How I Could Just Kill a Man
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Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
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Killing in the Name
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Born with insight and a raised fist / A witness to the slit wrist / As we move into '92 / Still in a room without a view
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Know Your Enemy
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To the Young R to the E, the B to the E, the L / Never give up, just live up
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Mic Check
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Check it, since fifteen hundred and sixteen, minds attacked and overseen / Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
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People of the Sun
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Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece / Right down through the Middle Ages / Planet earth kept going through changes
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Renegades of Funk
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The world is my expense / The cost of my desire / Jesus blessed me with its future / And I protect it with fire
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Sleep Now in the Fire
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The movie ran through me / The glamour subdue me / The tabloid untie me / I'm empty please fill me
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Testify
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Turn on the radio - Nah, fuck it!! Turn it off! / Fear is your only god on the radio - Nah, fuck it!! Turn it off!
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Vietnow
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He turned the power to the have-nots / And then came the shot
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Wake Up
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I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it / So let the guilty hang
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Year of tha Boomerang
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