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Tytuł: Look around

  • Wykonawca: Dead Prez
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   [woman singing]
  [stic.man] Beatnuts, dead prez
  [woman] What I wanna sayyy
  
  [stic.man and/or m1]
  Everytime I look around, I see
  So much drama goin down
  Everytime I look around, I see
  So much fakeness goin down
  
  [stic.man]
  Why I'ma- be stingy when I could share?
  Why I'ma- be hateful if I could care?
  Why would I hate my own?
  Or forsake my own?
  Why would I- fuck around and get a jake on my chrome?
  I wouldn't- have to stick you if we all could eat
  It wouldn't be no need for beef
  Dyin over streets we don't even own anyway
  You could get bucked off anyday
  We behind enemy lines
  Y'all still writin Hennessy rhymes
  While I'm tryna find a good price for a nine
  Feel like my life on the line
  That's why a nigga be hype all the time
  Ready for the revolution at the drop a'a dime
  
  [m1]
  I got a duty to have security for my niggas
  My duty to serve the beautiful black sistas
  A duty to stand wit' anybody that's wit' us
  And fully criticize all bullshittas
  There should be awards presented- to niggas who fight back
  Like Panther jackets, or sistas who light gats
  I'm a full-blooded warrior, ready for change
  Recognize any soldier that's doin the same
  Because I love who I am, and that means everything to me
  My life ain't worth a damn unless I'm dealin with reality
  When I look myself in the eyes, it's just me
  And I don't have to tell nobody no lies, I feel free
  And I would rather deal with the truth and falsehood
  Than bein fake with my people and claimin 'it's all good'
  You can't run away from ya self, so that's useless
  If your word is bond, then you don't have to make excuses
  
  Everytime I look around, I see
  So much drama goin down
  --Hold up! [intro to 'Old School Survival']
  [crowd] Wait a minute!
  Let's take it back to the old school
  [man talking] Yo, 'memba back in the day?
  When sh- everything was all smooth 'n calm
  And shit was like- [other man]snap? on, nigga
  Yo man, I'm doin it, I'm doin it man
  I'm sayin like-'memba back in like in '70
  Fuckin '79, Nah, nah '87! Tha's my favorite