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[MC Serch]

Set to decide, who's on the inside track

but you slack and so another dive

and you lounge - but who's shoes would you be in?

Wake up, it's time to respect the Nubian

flag of a people, fightin every day

for their own say, so children can go out to play

And stray from the tyranny, while blood is
drippin B

I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me

I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin

Original man's a black man, said by a caucasian

Watchin a culture be stolen from Asia

Whether minor or major, science I swayed y'all

with lingo, some people don't think so

When do you stop sayin - that's the way things
go?

Time to manifest the quest that's hard to digest

The companies are frontin Pete, why don't they
divest

and invest in freedom, but they scheme on a
brother

Stealin trunk jewelry that's MILES undercover

So discover as a people, we have to take our
place

There is no master plan because there is no
master race

No ghetto, no master race.. (3X)

Let both sides, unite, in peace..

[Pete Nice]

Science for seasons, years and days

A preacher follows his prejudice, the drummer
plays

off the evils of men, love bones and flesh

A brother's keeper keeps puttin peace to rest

Question props and the prophets agreed, ya heed

Dust to dust, herbs yieldin seeds of

creation of cultures to street sound

You get run around but I run the booty down

No master plan, the masses all struggle

Slug movements bungle, our serpent is subtle

Hatred born in diversity of culture spoke

Ignorance got the last straw, the camel's broke

Change up wisdom wise and stick to tools

One called slavemaster's son by a poor fool

I ain't the hypocrite fit with the two-face

There's no master plan, there's no master race

No ghetto, no master race.. (3X)

Let both sides, unite, in peace..

[MC Serch]

The creators creations are put to side

You see one wants greed and then slide

into that all-about-me frame of mind

And keep the truth away from the blind

You gotta find out who is who and who built this
place

I play spy and try to destroy the race

We go the wrong way, the wrong play master

The same people that got the +Gas Face+ last year

Tears shed as another head gets put to bed

Paradise is a paradox, the devil's ridin sleds

over skulls, that dulls all the truth

It's the reason why we need to raise the roof

to look to the heavens as the master's one plan

We stand to help the birth, of just one man

The master's plan, the master's race shackled to
a shelf

in a book that you need to find for yourself

I stand accused, but never abuse the Sunday

cause when I'm gone I'll only go one way

No ghetto, no master race.. (3X)

Let both sides, unite, in peace..

[Pete Nice]

I ain't a master, no I'm not superior

So why you tryin to play one as inferior

Fears in hearts of the ignorant belligerents

Ever since those convinced of lost innocence

Got off the tip slippin sticks and stones

Homes are broken or fractured like bones

Who holds your soul as the master your dollar
spent

Evidence of dictators gone hellbent

In times of old the races vicked power many
places

Seperate races in segregated spaces

Back in the day you turned your backs on

Deals in doom, so now the deally lays the cracks
on

Sold more then sold forth from South to North

Swingin low on supremacy's corpse

Of course not steppin out of place is in place

Question those on the question of race

No ghetto, no master race.. (3X)

Let both sides, unite, in peace..

Both sides begin anew the quest for peace..

No ghetto, no master race.. (3X)

Let both sides, unite, in peace..

Both sides begin anew the quest for peace..

Both sides begin anew the quest for peace..

Both sides begin anew the quest for peace..

Both sides begin anew the quest for peace..