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paris (rap) - rebels without applause lyrics

[paris]
yeah, yeah
i’m representin where the sun set
guerrilla funk and we still ain’t done yet
t-k.a.s.h. and the “bush k!lla,” one threat
one sniper on the rooftop, one vet
now come get with this west coast revolutionary tag team
republican bad dream, blitzin the rap scene
pullin over five-oh, profilin white folks
rewirin diebolds, why you lie under oath
i’mma let the fo’ pancake, drag and scr-pe
drive by the county jail with a hand grenade
it’s a planned escape, tommy kash take the wheel
as i throw it at the gate for the panther 8

[t-k.a.s.h.]
while you sucker b-tts trippin off job cuts, i just
keep a glock tucked for the fbi
like a walter reed patient they’ll let me die
for my deadly vibe, but instead we ride

[hook]
real revolution, actual solution
you can clap if you want but it ain’t ’bout that
hard truth the movement, more than just music
the respect of the ghetto is where it’s at

[parise]
see we make the hood mobilize
rise up cause they ‘posed to rise, ride on you cause they ‘posed to ride
for the hard truth soldier side
when you see this motorcade unload and drive

[t-k.a.s.h.]
come slow from behind
and let the automatic make a hole from behind
the rich stay panicked, but the po’ don’t mind
if piggies get blasted, just those h-sslin brown and black kids

[paris]
we some west coast cl-ssics, left vote p-ssing
no wackness, no braggin, so active
freedom and equality we gon’ have it
known -ss-ssins known for blastin dog and k.a.s.h

[t-k.a.s.h.]
on and crackin’, fo’-fo’s and masks
for po-po’s harr-ssin po’ folks with p-ssion
hard truth soldiers, our troops home right now
or the nine millimeter might blaow~!

[hook]

[t-k.a.s.h.]
the hood know my name, i’m good with the game
if cheney got shot then i would get the blame
even though i didn’t do it, the feds can’t stand to see
a revolutionary with the ghetto influence
by the way i talk turf, and still spit the real
on the way they got work, for kids in the hills
but they only got purp, and pills where it is
mo’ liquor stores than church, the dead folks go on shirts
i’m t-k.a.s.h., the pride of the underground
guerrilla funk, never ride to another sound
make a politician run and hide when they come around
cause of how i instruct hounds to gun ya down
the government make scratch mo’
than my homegirl who be spinnin for my potnah with the afro
black folks stack dough, scratch the smoke
subtract dope, add hope and vote, like that doe!

[hook] – repeat 2x

[dub of hook before sirens end the song]

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