Ninety-two! the rebel back I wanna go home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you go I wanna go home, so won't you please go I wanna go home, so nigga go
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Yo, burning in paris, demaris, the madness, I've had this The sadness, gladys, lost her pips It means it's time to make a to johannesburg I don't care -- what the word is Cause my history has to From all over the while I eat some trout america, my motherland ain't hearing ya If I can catch her, thatcher I'll use my derringer Political calls for death tolls, bullet holes Wolves in the The sum can't be than the whole But many have died -- while they cried harbord ninety-two, that's the idea I port natal it's right there The revolution won't be televised this
The draw from the mind Besides physical we need mental For the of the vipers The coffee without the sugar and the is too strong And back where we belong
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The winners, legends or Get on the scene and then they turn sinners Yes they say they're a again christian Read a Bible but really on a mission That's hostile so sing gospel Check the region of the man fossil truth embedded in hieroglyphics The specifics of american civics get sticky Rap has put it back on With core conscious rap But magazine aim for the gut should I do? keep my mouth shut? Hell no! the editor predator Hip-hop racist pig etcetera Political why you never mention Is it you're trying to save your pension? A lot of power and strength locked away in Yeah yellow journalism cause we love And the word in our songs And we're where we belong
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We need kind of power, some kind of skill Keep one fb-i/eye cause you know they wanna kill us we're dangerous to their plan We the whole damn land Basketball, baseball, music, tv, movies, art But smart Somehow us fight among ourselves Place pictures of our prophets upon their They kill this, kill one, paid us to kill him a bright future now looks dim But the empire will strike back with much than a rap How're you gonna I once said burn the plueprints on the to redeem Causer racial peace is our But it's a dream we that won't come true been talking peace for a few Black is not, it left I don't need no beads placed around my To be considered a man A picture of malcolm is not on my He's in my heart, smart And there's uncle toms that's partial And kids that don't know marshall Grab of reality g real strong We're back to where we belong