| We are at war!
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| Black man, where is your heart?
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| The black man is so strong there’s no reason we can’t win!
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| Everybody’s gonna have to get serious!
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| I try to teach and reach, I drop bombs with a little flow
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| Remember back when I said 'Yo!'?
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| If you can’t get at those then get up
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| As the world turns, some sucka learns
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| As one quits, another hits, ain’t this a trip?
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| That’s why I’m known, I’m stoned up on the microphone
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| But they try to hang me dry
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| But then it’s do or die when they don’t give you a reason why
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| They be frontin' forgettin' finger pointin' at us (Damn!)
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| No discussion we be tearin' up the joint, yeah
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| There was the music they use and the flex will go stylin'
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| Terminator X, buck whylin'
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| What is America’s beef with the black man?
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| It’s the way that you walk
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| It’s the way that you talk
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| Every brother and sister has got to be a soldier in the war against the black
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| man
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| They want to keep your mind in a constant state of aggravation
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| Ain’t nothing changed, still down with Farrakhan
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| Yeah, some seconds ticked, but still a time bomb
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| Blowin' up, they hope we shut up, what up?
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| Is it shakin' or bakin' enough? |
| God damn
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| Like I told 'em it stands a man
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| With an attitude, some people call me rude
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| And when they kick out the bass and treble
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| The place is in trouble, the population double
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| A trigger panic the spot, the heater’s on and it’s hot
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| Like sex, Terminator gets ya go buck whylin'
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| Sister Souljah speaking!
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| Sisters say, 'Where are the good black men?'
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| They’re missing in action because we are at war!
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| War!
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| War!
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| I’ll get ya go buck whylin' (damn!) what the others say
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| Come here and listen, stop missin' what the brothers say
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| Go for broke, we smoke, we go loco
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| Cause what I’m sayin' they’re playin' me for a joke so
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| My tolerance to climb the fence
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| And what is told is told and it’s bold and it’s gold, you won’t
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| Find this jam on a planet cause they take it for granted
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| At the end of the day they get paid
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| Not this time the rhyme is ridin' on a flex
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| The Terminator X
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| That’s why I never can stop and I won’t I don’t stop
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| Keep the flow of the info 'til the brain pops
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| And it be pumpin' the sound and I’ll look
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| You’ll get down and start pilin'
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| Terminator X, buck whylin'
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| If the truth hurts, then you’ll be in pain!
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| If the truth drives you crazy, you’ll be insane!
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| The laws are designed so that the black man as a collective cannot get paid
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| As I told you before, we’re at war!
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| Some say it’s sad, they get mad cause we’re down with the Boogie Down
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| Ice-T, Big Daddy on the rhythm now
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| I go Stetsa, too and I betcha
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| With the 2 Live Crew and we’ll getcha
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| Even got Sir Mix-a-Lot
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| MC Lyte, that’s right, huh, she can win a rhyme fight
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| We’ll fill the fall with incredible feats
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| Terminator X, Valley of the Jeep Beets
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| I’m givin' you what you’re gettin', a little taste of the P-E
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| That’s what it B-E
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| It doesn’t matter the platter still turns
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| Every second with a record so hot that the floor burns
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| Terminator
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| Buck whylin'
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| You can’t declare war on the black man without declaring war on me
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| I’m Sister Souljah, and I’m outta here |