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The way to deal with racism if you're black

Well, in the morning I woke up to jog
Rushed out the to inhale the smog
As I ran I began to
Should I produce or should I tour this

Well just second I heard, "Stay where you are"
I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid on the pavement like I was
Then a cop jumped out with a smirk

He said, "Ah boy, you better where you run"
As he poked my side the barrel of his shotgun
I said, "Officer man, I do nothin"
He said, "What's that you niggazs use, ya frontin?"

"Well ya frontin, why were you running down the street?"
At time I had stood to my feet and said, "Wait a minute"
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the with his gun
I with it so

On the ground was a bottle of
I broke the bottle in his fucking apple
As he his partner called for backup, well, I had the shotgun
And to act up with that

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The only way to deal with racism if you're

Well I down the gun and began to run
I got in no time and loaded the nine
First I took two clips and then I two more
I out the window 'cause by now they were right at my door

I took three shots and I laid
rushed in shooting so I threw a quick grenade
It boom like a supernova
Badges, arms, legs, heads, cops all over

I jumped out the fire escape down to the
And I started to run you I couldn't feel my feet
I was weak, I said to "Holy shit"
My shirt had filled with I didn't know I got hit but

no time to stop, no time to explain man
I'm in too deep with this everyday ghetto
Black men are judged by their
Black women are at as hoes
So I as one of these niggazs
Can only on the sound of a trigger going

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Get street knowledge, every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal racism if you're black

I staggered down the street to an old bookstore
Called tree of life', yo D it ain't there no more
But it was boy I was lucky
'Cause in the basement is they stuck me

When I awoke at the hour
Three black had gave me a quick shower
I a while and escaped in a truck
by two guys, Rakim and Chuck

"What the fuck" I as I laid there
"How many guys do you a day here?"
Chuck said, "Many" said, "Plenty it's an everyday thing
When willing to sing a song"

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The way to deal with racism if you're black

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get street knowledge, every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal racism if you're black

Peace and to DJ Scott Larock he's in here still man