Luyện nghe bài hát Dig It!

Presto, the Communist Manifesto
Guerillas in the Mist, a named Ernesto, so
(E-Roc: a brother with a afro know?)
Yo, go and flow for the and be the hoe
so grow the lynchin brothers might get hung
Better rip through em from the tip of my mouth/Mao,
(money spent) catch the glint
(E-Roc: of my as they cut welfare twenty-five percent)
And I dissent, as I clench and my fist
(We did away with, that) so you could get with
Here's a cause we'll overthrow like Kwame N'Krumah
Spread around the wealth as if it a, vicious rumor
Pam, cuts a record like a cuts a tumor from a brain
(E-Roc: We're all up so feel the pain)
four hundred years of exploitation
Anesthesia provided by local TV station
is not a virtue (I ain't waitin)
Turn this shit over like did a boatload of Haitians

*DJ Pam and scratches "Dig It!"*

How now Brown Cow I'm down the Mau Mau
Clown tried to put us in the dog pound
like H. Rap Brown with the
(Won't get no callouses) cause I'm dialectical analysis
So how is this, we never had no
until you found out I turned to revolutionary hunk
(Chump!) Bump you like dominoes, rat
(E-Roc: So free Geronimo Gi Pratt!)
Lyrics it fear it can't get near it
got a didn't clear it
Blank says, "Fuck five-oh!" That's the spirit
Cheer it, spat out, the fat that I
Knew that I was since my date of birth
to be the of the earth, never had a Dream that was American
(The golden to chair again?) Despair again
(But that ain't nuthin new) Told the streets were paved gold
paved that shit got minimum wage too!

*DJ Pam and scratches "Dig It!"*

"Do you understand, the phrase?" (repeat 3X)
"Do you understand, do you understand..."

(E-Roc: Gunned us, stunned us) and they hung us
I'd to take a moment to say, "Fuck Columbus!"
(Millions off my back) the on black crisis is a myth
The crack that did this to us (was the one the whip)
The record skip, the record skip, the record *SCRATCH*
The record skips, cause my voice is kinda
from yelling, "Oh shit!" when five-oh to harass me
They pass me, no one to go and tail bro
(E-Roc: Trying to kill the movement the new CoIntelPro)
Leaders they killed, if I said it, it threaten em
They only see my because I'm three steps ahead of em
We're not in the slot you slated
(E-Roc: We realize that our nickel-plated)
Masses move as as asses do, class is through
Our time is over, it's due
(And you still wanna know) the origin of the
CALIFORNIA NINE-FOUR-SIX-ONE-OH

*DJ Pam "Dig It!"

(Yeah, The Coup, at you in ninety-three!)
Yeah, and we out y'all...

"Do you understand, the phrase?" (repeat 3X)
"Do you understand, do you understand..."