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(Preacher) They don't mind you givin' the latest rap They don't mind your being hoes They don't mind your being bitches They don't mind you being whatever image that Viacom and BET can come up with But what they don't want you to know... That you're the ones that can redefine civilization if you take time to do it (Paris) It's a Guerrilla Funk-orchestrated counter-attack Formulate and infiltrate em so the people react See if I was wicked I would pick and stick to a plan To rule the world and trick em, this is how it'd begin See I'd have to find a way to keep the people enslaved Behave, teach the babies it's my way or the grave And start with the body, workin' labor for free And give em fake religion so they worshippin' me And see and when the free labor play out, I'd let it go But only after I made enough to control Then I'd tell em that the Afterlife is better than this And that they should love their enemies when faced with contempt I'd persist with some history that I would rewrite In a school system where I'd keep the money too tight I'd let em all know just where they belong in my world Turn the boys into felons, makin' hookers of girls Swirled up in my plan, build jails to keep All my prisons full of niggas, have em workin' for free See with ghetto-economics in check, I'd keep em broke Teach em only to respect sports, music and dope Control the content of lyrics, now only the sound Of sex, dope and murder in a song is allowed Tell em "Niggas ain't shit" every move that they make And that black is dirty so they never try to be great Can you relate? I'd laugh, watch em murder for scraps Set it up so they'd die over crack I provide Do it right, and I'd see they try to be like me Try to be the biggest "G" up in these murderous streets I'd teach, manhood means how many women ya fuck How many babies you can make, responsibility ducked Fuck a job, real men are pimps, that's what I'd teach And if bitches wanna trip, then them bitches get beat I'd see it all through, never lose and pass a new law Give em three strikes so the men are constantly gone Yeah, if I was evil they would think I do no wrong See it's lethal how I keep em in their place so long, believe (Chrous) I got my eyes upon you, and all the things that you do Some close they eyes but mine can see, all the evil surroundin' me So what I'm 'posed ta do, when I can see right through? Expose the lies and snatch the sheets, fight the evil surroundin' me (Paris) After all is said and done here and I could afford I'd concentrate deeply on controllin? abroad And think about a way to take control of they land I'd create a virus made to murder people en masse Last time was Tuskegee, but now it's for real House Bill 15090 would just kill With germs that would murder with sperm and blood drips And kill em all worser than burned, they'd die quick See to understand, you could witness the plan Through the green-monkey sham they would think it began And while we argue over the cost, they'd all die With generations all being lost with no fight I'd continue with the pain, make it oh-so plain I'd manipulate the market for my capital gain Keep the people all broke and confused and underclass Give my homies all executive bonuses through the crash And if the heat get too hot, I'd plant a bomb Or wreck a plane, just like Hitler back in the day And scare all the people, they'd forget about me They'd forget about elections and the way that we cheated See me blame it on a foreigner and non-white men Celebrate my gestapo with a positive spin Then manipulate the media - it's U.S. first Get the stupid-ass public to agree with my words Then I'd make the play, takin' all their freedoms away Incarcerate anybody that'll get in my way Make em censor any media that challenge the mold Give em bullshitty shows just like Anna Nicole's Control the message in the music - it's gangsta fo' sho' Give em diamonds, never tell em 'bout the conflict zone Never tell em 'bout the murder in Sierra Leone Never tell em how the diamonds make em murder they own It's all too easy, if I was evil that's how I'd rock it Make sure that my propaganda won't ever stop it Got 120 channels, but it's nothin' to watch Now 11:55 be the time on the clock, believe... |