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[88 Keys]
Yo, this is 88...
This is for Amadou Diallo
Rest in peace, you still here
[Fre]
Yo, I`m in a brownstone singin like Brownstone
Bird`s eye view wit the bodega
Know Omega like Rakim
Thinkin about brother Diallo
I find it hard to swallow
Cuz 41 is a hard act to follow
Who is it, it can happen tomorrow
Goes down all the time in some African community
This one just hit closer to home
Cuz it happen it in our backyard
This that *shit* bring us closer to home
They ask What you writin fo`? What you writin on that paper fo`?
Don`t ask me nuttin, just tell me
How is safer got me safe, that`s why my raps sour
My peoples screamin Black power! and la razah
From the Bronx, police bustin, it`s redemption time
[J-Live]
Now in the squad car, CPR`s supposed to be the motto
But in they minds, they be like Yo, I`ma do Diallo
I guess master`s noose was a bitter pill to swallow
Cuz nowadays, tips ain`t the only things that`s hollow
Constitution, 41 more holes in it
And cops swingin sticks like they tryin to win the pennant
And stickin sticks places where they ashamed to admit it
But that`s the straw that broke the camel`s back
THEY GON` GET IT!!
[Rubix]
Possessed by a nervous twitch and itchy writin finger
41 strokes through the barrel of pen for Amadou
More than a few of my personal friends
Since the beginning, it seems like it never ends
The story, ancient as lyrical allegory and it`s all gory
The Little Shop of City Hall Horrors
Who bakes infiltrate, agent, provocator mission statement
Assassinate the Senate candidate, heavenly mandate
[Chorus: Mos Def]
We proceeded on a country road
His mother`s eyes withered swoll
Her child was never comin home
Said a prayer for his soul
As the coffin had closed, committed to the earth below
First seed she would sew, would be a tree never grown
Shade that was never known
Who controls the Terrordome, the member hearts made of stone
Who love only what they own
[Invincible]
Stay on your toes for a true bruise description
Match blue suits, walkin round wit a stick and *edit*
Ready to blast wit the wrath of a hollow tip
And the fact is my task is a scholarship
I feel it in my chest cavitity
The only death`s apathy, so I change it for who`s next after me
And that`s the fullest reward
Keep the face of the lost on my bulletin board
[Wordsworth]
Yo yo, it`s blue uniform, sirens, names, and badge numbers
Clubs, walkie-talkies, recipies for bad summers
Frisked, pissed after I tuck in my stuff
I really think they just like touchin my *nuts*
What`s real stain they thoughts
Swear, but they won`t say it in court
All they do is change the report
Riots, tryin to keep the crowd under control
They even got shows, Cops, LAPD, Highway Patrol yo yo
[A.L.]
From the cradle to the grave, they made you a slave
Brainwash to kill each other, that`s the plague that they made
I search em like readin scripts that could save you today
White is right, black is wrong, that`s the label they gave
Fryin in hell, applyin jails, they got you dyin in cells
Triple six in the mix, Levine to ?spell?
Prepare for the worst, and try to hope for the best
I take a stare at the hearse, can we cope wit the stress?
[Kofi Taha]
I live in the land of punches
Illegal chokeholds and excessive gunshots
Where there`s one millionaire for every billion empty pot
And Adolf Guily think we static but he`s in for a shock
They come wit automatics but we flip it
Use the one, create the four glocks and while stocks get washed
