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Nappy Heads

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[wyclef]Why am I trapped in a cage? (the nappy heads are comin out)Barber can I get a fade? (the nappy heads are comin out)Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin out)I grab the mic in a rage...You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me"you sure you wanna hang with old eddie kane? " (+the five heartbeats+)Aint nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the songWord is bond, you get wrong, Ill have you sing like louis armstrongAnd I say to myself, what a wonderful worldBut what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a farm? The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come allDont stall or ima stick you like a voodoo dollDoors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one--you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocksOut of hooterville land of the ill killBellsburg viking so you know Im top ranking philSome say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumorCause Ive been rockin ever since eighty-threeWhen I used to rock my pumasRap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencinOne out of ten, Im passin the mic next time Ill get wickedHeard the man who went before, got intimatedYou tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicatedYou wasnt ready for the realn, dealin, chillinWyclef, no competition when Im bringin pure deathIm jumpin like a monkey to get mines offA-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth(the nappy heads are comin out)Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin out)I coulda sworn I had an a (the nappy heads are comin out)I grab the mic in a rage...[pras]You put, one and one together now you think you a rapperBaseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopperYou do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop yaI be the followin that chop ya down as I clock ya, hahWhen I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or copsNow heres the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighterNatural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme Im never drinkin vodkaAny old style, I throw it in a locker[lauryn hill]Well Im a gucci rocker, I never drank no vodkaMe got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knockerMy cousins name was shaka, for short we called him akaI flip it on wack mcs because to me they flow like caca[pras]You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you loseYour style remind of yesterday, old newsSad sung blues whos, chose the one to feel the painOr bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lockIts not for capital gainSo watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstainBustin nuts, bustin styleGettin buckwild some think Im the descendant of a wilder childComin on the mic, from a higher levelBroke is no joke/choke the hell out of the devil[wyclef](the nappy heads are comin out)What about martin? (the nappy heads are comin out)What about malcolm? (the nappy heads are comin out)Rosa parks? (the nappy heads are comin out)You hung a man after dark (the nappy heads are comin out)Cease the violence! (the nappy heads are comin out)Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead? Some said that it was jesus, they said he was a notty dreadBut I dont mean to confuse a world thats confusedMinds atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop itCant get too deep, cause some sleep while I wakeIn a dream thats made of wine but let me bring it back to grapesTeacher, explain the parable, its simple:Its easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needleThan for you to enter the kingdom, or battleAnd walk away, with the title when I get, brutalFeelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudentialDont even flinch, the other becomin spiritualTheres six million ways to die but choose fourCause I can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore![lauryn hill]When ? checks that means pump your fistRemember moses people, this is exodusDont try to stop this, the force comes from genesisThem who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgivenessThe man got a drum, made the land of the dumbWe droppin the bass drum, then we ? ? You cant kill the battle with a ? ? .. feeling joshuaSo march to st. lawrenceYo march I got your back, march![wyclef]Crown heights (the nappy heads are comin out)Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin out)A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin out)For those who died (the nappy heads are comin out)Public enemy (the nappy heads are comin out)Number one (the nappy heads are comin out)Fredric douglass (the nappy heads are comin out)Harriet tubman (the nappy heads are comin out)? ? (the nappy heads are comin out)Bob marley (the nappy heads are comin out)Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin out)To my man khalid (the nappy heads are comin out)[lauryn hill]Now, speak of resistance, were nappy headsRhymes, kinks, braids and dreadsThe mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeahAnd keep your heads nappy

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