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Paris - The Devil Made Me Do It lyrics
This is a warning another cut to move on Another beat that's so strong Hold on and I get wicked in this song Stirr 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 masterplan that got you So know who's opposed to the dominant dark skin Food for thought as a law for the brother man P-Dog with a gift from heaven Tempo 116.7 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, foodstamps 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 hooplah 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 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 'till they set you from Ya can't be intrigued by the leads a pig lead Unless you don't give a fuck 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 surpremacy 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 |
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