Kidz In The Hall - Move on Up lyrics

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Kidz In The Hall - Move on Up lyrics

(feat. Mike Payne) I got a Chi state of mind Heart of Marcus Garvey Body of a slave soul, African king That get up in the Egyptian scribe Each lyric I'm planting a seed To lead my tribe You can look into my eyes See the dream of Martin the fight of Malcolm Fists from Huey the other from Stokely With a Jack Johnston left hook if you want to provoke me Part knowledge, part common sense Ca**ius Clay confidence Preach black consciousness Fred Dougla** desire, wittiness supplier Won't stop rocking till I retire To burn my kingdom you must use fire Fears of a nightmare never kept me from dreaming Tripping and falling, dog it never kept me from walking If I fall on deaf ears it won't keep me from talking The fuel to the fire leaves me steadily sparking [Chorus] We got the right to remain silent While they got the right to remain violent Right to remain tyrant Systems chews you up and spits you out like a stick of trident It don't matter if you Tookie or Kobe Bryant Clock strike 12, you just another n***a Every five minutes a brother pulling another trigga It hurts my heart, grown man statistics They life they risk it for cheese like a triscuit Fall off sorta like a bungee jump Dead or in jail no shock g sorta like Humpty hump It's a cold world but the blocks hot Kids ditching school for the school of hard knocks Voice high pitched They already pitched rocks Scary life, Hitchco*k Sacks in their tube socks No boy scouts for handling knots Swear to god we need a new eagle leading the flock [Chorus] Living my life like its golden Spitting my songs like they platinum Check my watch, time for some action Hood got us all divided sorta like fractions Let my words guide the picture like a closed caption Where I'm from n***az had years full of rainy days Drink the whole 5th just to take the pain away The blocks like a cage self imposed Only windows of light are shooting j's and spitting flows But I will never ever tell another to try to be me But I'm sick of half the sh** I see on tv Sambos, jezebels, porch monkey's trying to sell Propaganda to their own people still trapped in hell They don't see they blind till the fact that they blind Dismissing me as conscious I'm feeding they mind That's the reason I rhyme Revolution starts w/ individuals It ain't enough to sing eagle spirituals [Chorus]

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