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  • [verse 1]Is the groove good to you
    Like when you lose your thing
    Forgetten grits is grocery
    And eggs is poultry
    Makin a livin against those makin a killin
    Super blackman gotha back
    And is back in the building
    If the prison is that skin you in
    And your cell sittin inside your skull
    They say you cant getaway
    From ya damn self
    When your earth is heaven
    And your world be hell
    Check your head
    Armageddons at the foot of your bed
    You aint heard a word i said
    Forget them slacks
    Im that throwback that
    Threw that throwback
    Back on the racks
    To get my mind back
    O say can you see
    I get back its still just a black and white tv
    In lyin color brother
    Gots to getaway to the other.[verse 2]
    Never was too good
    Off the top of my head
    Cause i want yall to know
    Exactly what i said
    This so called war in iraq
    Over a thousand dead
    Thats about10 a week
    Even as i speak33% of black males in jail55% of black students will fail85% of black folks forgot
    We were slaves
    Up inside this box
    America got folks brains on lock
    Forget the connects
    Some wanna buy whats next
    Wear it like a sign up in that chest
    Yall should know papa dont take no mess
    If you think your past is irrelevant
    Dont you know ol soul pays the gt damn rent
    That messiah aint never
    Gonna come as long as
    You thinkin freedom
    Is bein free to be dumb[verse 3]
    Soul is back
    So flip them hits back
    Damn the fashion
    I wanna know wheres the passion
    Thinkin we came a long way baby
    Sayin poor michaels psycho
    And prince hes crazy
    But what has bob mick sir paul
    Done for you lately
    How they maintain on your brain
    Seems to escape me
    Heard some ghetto cats
    Dont like metal rap
    Hear it and fear it
    And they think its wack
    They dont even know that the blues is black
    And when i rap is back to the roots
    Where i be at
    Not some 30 year old who dont know facts
    Whos wild sayin things like some juvenile
    Remember 2 million black folks in the penile
    Got a world of whitefolks
    Thinkin its style
    Think im hatin cause you lack the information
    Cause we the fbi still gots on file
  • [verse 1]Is the groove good to you
    Like when you lose your thing
    Forgetten grits is grocery
    And eggs is poultry
    Makin a livin against those makin a killin
    Super blackman gotha back
    And is back in the building
    If the prison is that skin you in
    And your cell sittin inside your skull
    They say you cant getaway
    From ya damn self
    When your earth is heaven
    And your world be hell
    Check your head
    Armageddons at the foot of your bed
    You aint heard a word i said
    Forget them slacks
    Im that throwback that
    Threw that throwback
    Back on the racks
    To get my mind back
    O say can you see
    I get back its still just a black and white tv
    In lyin color brother
    Gots to getaway to the other.[verse 2]
    Never was too good
    Off the top of my head
    Cause i want yall to know
    Exactly what i said
    This so called war in iraq
    Over a thousand dead
    Thats about10 a week
    Even as i speak33% of black males in jail55% of black students will fail85% of black folks forgot
    We were slaves
    Up inside this box
    America got folks brains on lock
    Forget the connects
    Some wanna buy whats next
    Wear it like a sign up in that chest
    Yall should know papa dont take no mess
    If you think your past is irrelevant
    Dont you know ol soul pays the gt damn rent
    That messiah aint never
    Gonna come as long as
    You thinkin freedom
    Is bein free to be dumb[verse 3]
    Soul is back
    So flip them hits back
    Damn the fashion
    I wanna know wheres the passion
    Thinkin we came a long way baby
    Sayin poor michaels psycho
    And prince hes crazy
    But what has bob mick sir paul
    Done for you lately
    How they maintain on your brain
    Seems to escape me
    Heard some ghetto cats
    Dont like metal rap
    Hear it and fear it
    And they think its wack
    They dont even know that the blues is black
    And when i rap is back to the roots
    Where i be at
    Not some 30 year old who dont know facts
    Whos wild sayin things like some juvenile
    Remember 2 million black folks in the penile
    Got a world of whitefolks
    Thinkin its style
    Think im hatin cause you lack the information
    Cause we the fbi still gots on file