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Dead Prez

These Are the Times

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[Verse 1]The televisions have eyesYour modern religion is livePlotting a collision world wideWatch the hour glass, the power classShowing currency for world supremacyBurroughs is burned down deliberately, sonWe ain`t about whats devil levelSmell the gun metalKing to mo` manI read Mao Tse-TungFeel the foul taste that run on my tongueBurn a L for everyone of my sonsThere so much more than just herb in my lungsSimilar to spilt Mercury,With enough forceThey could`ve killed HerculesThis whole nation was builtVirtually, from capital to captivityThe earth could be the modest ??You not listeningIt`s cold outsideThey got the whole South sideUsing bar codes,Military blocks on all the state roadsAnd worse, somebody`s chold got hungThey took his pants off,Covered his whole body with ants, and cut his hands offThe type of shit that have your brain bleedin`They about to start scanning the back of niggas handsAnd get your vein readin`They call it New World OrderBut, son, this game is in the fourth quarterWorld War 3, don`t drink the waterBecause...[Chorus: repeat 2X]These are the times that try a nigga soulPopulation control, we wasting time chasing goldThey after more than your mindThey want your nation as a wholeIt`s time to take off the blindfold (I know)(A thousand men, a thousand sorrows)[Verse 2]These are the times that try my thug soleWhite collar crimeDeaf tones, gold, and drug soldThe truth is never toldI call it black HolocaustSome say all is lostBut in the endYour life is all it costsPronounce counter ??Global 2000 ??, what they plan to doIn case of emergencyThey building mad prisons with urgencySon, I solemnly swearThey keep them slugs in the airUntil they murder meShut down the governmentRevelutionaries be lovin` itClinton flee the country in a bubblejetTrouble is yet to come,For each crime, they tryin` niggas three timesThen probably prosecute me for this rhymeInternational nickel and dime hustlersMove weight and muscle us aroundBut my army bustin` roundsShells covered the ground for milesStreet ?? from here to Capitol HillAnd you can read it on a dollar bill[Chorus][Chorus 2: repeat 2X]I know (I know)The time (the time)They trying to take this world (world)Of mine (Yeah)[Verse 3]They breakin` windows out with canisters of tear gasPut out the cannabisWe fighting canibals with silver badgesI feel the madness in the windLike a premonitionDee got the ammunitionPuffin` reefer while we cleaning piecesNone of my niggas don`t believe in JesusWe fight a war against the ?? Chevrolet CapricesWhatever way we find feasibleSometime shit be unbelievableI`m seeing skeletons in parked vehiclesPut all the terrible types behind sandbagsMy philosophy is much more than snatch your handbagI`m talkin` shit like hand-to-hand,Man-to-man, clan-for-clanWhat side you stand?Some of us will breakdown mentallySome of us will pass awayOverwhelmed by injuriesBut our victory is meant to beI studied the signs for twenty-two yearsAnd this is what it meant to me[Chorus][Chorus 2]

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