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Fresh!
For ’89…
Come now!
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, come again!
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
The only way to deal with racism if you’re Black
Well
Seven in the morning, I woke up to jog
Rushed out the door to inhale the smog
As I ran, I began to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer?
Well
Just that second I heard “Stay where you are!”
Before I could stop, I was hit by a cop car
I laid on the pavement, like I was hurt
Then a redneck cop jumped out with a smirk
He said
“Ah bwoy, you gotta watch where you run
As he poked my side with the barrel of his shotgun
I said “Offer, man, I ain’t do nothing!”
He said, “What’s that word you niggas use?
You’re frontin!
Well you’re frontin’
‘Cause why were you runnin’ down the street?”
At this time I had stood to my feet
And said, “Wait a minute!”
And that’s when he did it
He hit me in the face with his gun
I wasn’t wit’ it
So
On the ground was a bottle of Snapple
I broke the bottle in his fuckin’ adam’s apple
As he fell, his partner called for backup
Well, I had the shotgun and began to ack’ up
Wit’ that
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, come again!
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
The only way to deal with racism if you’re Black
Come!
Well, I threw down the gun
And began to run
I got back in no time, and loaded the nine
First I took two clips
And then I took two more
I went out the window
‘Cause by now, they were right at my door
I bust three shots, and then I laid
They rushed in shootin’
So i threw a quick grenade
It went *Boom!*
Like a supernova
Badges, arms, legs, heads, cops were all over
I jumped down the fire escape, down to the street
As I started to run, you know
I couldn’t feel my feet
I was weak
I said to myself, “Holy shit!”
My shirt had filled with blood
I didn’t know I got hit
But
There’s no time to stop, no time to explain
I’m in too deep
With this everyday ghetto game
Black men are judged by their clothes
Black women are looked at as hoes
So I, as one of these uppity niggas
Can only rely on the sound of a trigger
Goin’…
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, come again!
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
The only way to deal with racism if you’re Black
Well, I staggered down the street to an old bookstore
Called The Tree of Life
[Red Alert: “Yo B, it ain’t there no more!”]
But when it was, boy, I was lucky
‘Cause in the basement, is where they stuck me
When I awoke at the 14th hour
Three Black women had gave me a quick shower
I stayed awhile, then escaped in a truck
Driven by two guys: Rakim, and Chuck
“What the fuck?!” I asked as I lay there
How many guys do you drive a day here?
Chuck said “Many”
Rakim said “Plenty”
It’s an everyday thing when you’re willing to sing the song
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, come again!
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
The only way to deal with racism if you’re Black
Break!
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, come again!
Bo bo bo! Ka ka ka ka ka!
The only way to deal with racism if you’re Black
Well!
Peace and love to DJ Scott La Rock, he’s in here still, seen?
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