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dead prez – look around lyrics

[woman singing]
[stic.man] beatnuts, dead prez
[woman] what i wanna sayyy

[stic.man and/or m1]
everytime i look around, i see
so much drama goin down
everytime i look around, i see
so much fakeness goin down

[stic.man]
why i’ma- be stingy when i could share?
why i’ma- be hateful if i could care?
why would i hate my own?
or forsake my own?
why would i- f-ck around and get a jake on my chrome?
i wouldn’t- have to stick you if we all could eat
it wouldn’t be no need for beef
dyin over streets we don’t even own anyway
you could get bucked off anyday
we behind enemy lines
y’all still writin hennessy rhymes
while i’m tryna find a good price for a nine
feel like my life on the line
that’s why a n-gg- be hype all the time
ready for the revolution at the drop a’a dime

[m1]
i got a duty to have security for my n-gg-s
my duty to serve the beautiful black sistas
a duty to stand wit’ anybody that’s wit’ us
and fully criticize all bullsh-ttas
there should be awards presented- to n-gg-s who fight back
like panther jackets, or sistas who light gats
i’m a full-blooded warrior, ready for change
recognize any soldier that’s doin the same
because i love who i am, and that means everything to me
my life ain’t worth a d-mn unless i’m dealin with reality
when i look myself in the eyes, it’s just me
and i don’t have to tell n-body no lies, i feel free
and i would rather deal with the truth and falsehood
than bein fake with my people and claimin ‘it’s all good’
you can’t run away from ya self, so that’s useless
if your word is bond, then you don’t have to make excuses

everytime i look around, i see
so much drama goin down
–hold up! [intro to ‘old school survival’]
[crowd] wait a minute!
let’s take it back to the old school
[man talking] yo, ‘memba back in the day?
when sh- everything was all smooth ‘n calm
and sh-t was like- [other man]snap? on, n-gg-
yo man, i’m doin it, i’m doin it man
i’m sayin like-‘memba back in like in ’70
f-ckin ’79, nah, nah ’87! tha’s my favorite —–sh-t, god——

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