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[Ghostface Killah]Technique is ill son, watch how I spill onePeace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big PunHavoc on the streets of Staten, snitchesHouse niggaz children watch as they produce the same patternSomebody raped our women, murdered our babiesHit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80'sFOR THOSE THAT MURDERED ME SHALL STAND BEFORE GODTO FALL AT THE HANDS OF FATE, THEN OUT COMES THE RODBring it back, bring it back, bring it back,bring it back, bring it back.. {*record run backwards*}What the fuck is goin on? I can't go to sleepFeds jumpin out they jeeps, I can't go to sleepBabies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleepIsh bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleepAiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry (?) guns(?) got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bamStop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spotSo past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shotNot knowin FUCKIN WITH ME, you get your meat choppedYOU THOUGHT WE FELL ON OUR FACE? YOU NEED TO BE STOPPEDCALL ON THE CHARIOTS, CALL ON AN AMBULANCEYOU BETTER SMILE MY NIGGA, YOU ON CANDID CAMGangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big ballsNigga motherfuckin eunuch, I even take which was yoursI'm the nigga that made you manWhen your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand![Isaac Hayes]Don't kill your brother, learn to love each otherDon't get mad.. cause it ain't that badLook at who you are.. you've come so farIt's in your hands, just be a manGet the jelly out your spine!Cobwebs, out of your mind[RZA]I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyesThey shot the father of his moms, killed him seven timesThey shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seedsJesse watched, as they shot King on the balconyExported Marcus, Garvey cause he tried to spark uswith the knowledge of ourselves, and our forefathersOhh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklinHer husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back inAMERICA'S WATCHIN, BLOOD STAINED INK BLOTCHESMEDGAR TOOK ONE TO THE SKULL FOR INTERGRATING COLLEGEWHAT'S THE SCIENCE? SOMEBODY? THIS IS TRICK KNOWLEDGETHEY TRY TO KEEP US ENSLAVED AND STILL SCRAPE FOR DOLLARSWalkin through Park Hill, drunk as a +FUCK+Lookin around like, these +DEVILS+, I'm ready to break this world downThey got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hateAnd just, give me no time to relax, and use my mind to meditateWhat should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?Grab a two-two and run out there AND PUT THIS FUCKIN VIOLENCE IN YOU?I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son.. I..[Isaac Hayes - overlapping RZA at the end]Don't let the game make you lose your headYou should be callin the shots insteadThe power is in your hands..Stop all this cryin, and be a manmore