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Wake Up by X-Niggazالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Wake Up by X-Niggaz

     

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The black man in America is blind
Don't know who he is and he don't know the time
He's in the dope game with the caine and the crack, got a gat
20 sack, Benz and a Cadillac like a mack
Uhh, like a mack, uhh, like a mack
We're steady bein pimped like a trick by the devil
And doin it 'cause he think he can't escape from the ghetto
But if he only knew that he was a pawn in the game
Bein use to killers, people puttin that evil in they veins
He's makin them some money but it ain't funny, is it?
I wonder if he knows he's slangin that cocaine for the Grand Wizard
of the Ku Klux Klan, 'cause like we told you
and add it up, Uncle Sam don't give a damn
Sellin you the powder, now can you tell me how tha
hell you expect to excel
by killin the black for the green, got the white man havin fun
Givin up the machine guns
Watchin us kill each other
Fightin over *?Parkay?*, they're scared of the real butter
So don't shoot another brother today but
point that AK at the wicked wicked USA
'cause they the ones who put me through slavery
And now them Gz want to give them D's what they gave to me
So can you see where we're comin from?
It's just another way to try to keep, us, blind deaf and dumb

Chorus:
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up - To the Eastside
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up - To the Westside
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up - To the Northside
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up - To the Southside

X-N, once again, has the flow, tellin Pharaoh
to let the so-called negro G-O
'cause yo, we believe the way they treated us was evil
And they never should've messed with the chosen people
Now this is the time in history for the separation
between the two nations
And they can't fade me 'cause God made me
to be a X-N-I-double G-A-Z
Lazy and crazy was the way they gave thee
Raise black babies ever since the day we
was bought here in chains, over nine thousand miles
Our bodies stacked and packed in big black piles
They broke us down in the Caribbean
We knew sometin wasn't right about that pale-faced European
Livin anyway in sophisticated bondage
Dyin everyday over nothin but nonsense
It's gettin worse and I don't know if it'll ever stop
Mo' brothers gettin peeled, mo' brothers gettin popped
It ain't hard to tell, yeah
that a white man's heaven is a black man's hell
So can you see where we're comin from
It's just another way to keep us all, blind, deaf and dumb

Chorus
Now to the blind brothers without the power of sight
The rhyme shines bright in your mind with divine light
Deaf are the rhymes, can't hear because they fear
the sound of two X, records in they ears
And they lack the power of speech
And each time they greet or teach, they words can't reach
The gangbangers, or the drug dealers
So we grill the real deal wit skill until they feel us
Droppin this line, like bombs
>From Elijah, Mohammed and Farrakhan
The enemies want to flex but can't win
They scared of the skin of a million black, men
In black suits and bow ties
Boots gotta spit shine, on the front line and organized
Next to us, a million black women
Soldiers, the battle ain't over, it's just beginning
No time for laughter in the last chapter
Just told of disaster of the slave master
And now we have to pay
for the masquerade, and the track we lay
For every slave, back in the days, his wicked ways
kept us in a mental grave and in amazement
But now it's a brand new day and time
And black people gotta brand new frame of mind
So can you see where we're comin from?
It's just another way to try to keep us all, blind deaf and dumb

Chorus to fade

Writer : LOVELOCK, DAMIEN STEEDMAN, KENT LEONE, JAMES REITH, NIK MORRIS, DAVE
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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