Letras

This is a warning, another cut to move on Another beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom P-Dog comin' up, I'm staying low Pro-black and it ain't no joke Comin' straight from the mod that broke shit last time Now I'm back with a brand new sick rhyme So black check time and tempo Revolution ain't never been simple Following the path from Allah for know just Build your brain and we'll soon make progress Paid your dues, don't snooze or lose That came with the master plan that got you So know who's opposed to the dominant dark skin Food for thought as a law for the brother man But, but the devil made me (but the) But, but the-, but the devil made me (Devil) But, but the-, but the devil made me But the-, but the devil made me (made me) But, but, but the devil made me But, but, but the devil made me But, but, but the devil made me But the-, but the devil made me P-Dog with a gift from heaven Tempo one 16 point seven Keeps you locked in time with the program When I get wild I pile on dope jams They spit on your flag and government "Cause help the black was a concept never meant Nigger please, food stamps and free cheese Can't be the cure for a sick disease Just the way the devil had planned it Rape then pillage everyone on the planet Then give 'em fake gods at odds with Allah Love thy enemy and all that hoopla Hear close to the words I wrote Crack, cocaine are genocide on black folks Cool when I write mine, never coulda missed this Damn right when you think seditious And I move swiftly, you can't get with me The triple six moved quick but missed me When I came off involved in conscience So don't ask why next time I start this But, but the devil made me (Devil) But, but the-, but the devil made me (made me) But, but the-, but the devil made me But the-, but the devil made me But, but, but the devil made me But, but, but the devil made me But, but, but the devil made me But the-, but the devil made me Now let's get wild, allow me to freestyle I build and fill your mind up with know-how Common sense, a defense to next time A pig tried to step to this, listen Never let someone work on ya They don't belong 'til they set you from Ya can't be intrigued by the leads a pig lead Unless you don't give a - to be free Keep stompin' on, keep stompin' Attitude but I ain't from Compton I can't be fucked around or muffed around I can't be held down, check the sound And keep in tuned on point on target The revolution won't be thwarted A set back, cause my man it's plain to see Lost in a white supremacy So let the rhythm roll on while I kick this Brothers gonna work it out, with a quickness And now you know just why a panther went crazy The devil made me Beware the beast man, for he is the devil's pawn He kills for sport, or lust or greed Yeah, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land Shun him, for he is the harbinger of death
Writer(s): Oscar Pka Paris Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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