Chuck D - Night of the Living Baseheads lyrics

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Chuck D - Night of the Living Baseheads lyrics

[Intro] Have you forgotten that once we were brought here, we were robbed of our name, robbed of our language. We lost our religion, our culture, our god...and many of us, by the way we act, we even lost our minds [Verse 1 - Chuck D] Here it is, BAM! And you say "Goddamn, this is the dope jam" But let's define the term called dope And you think it mean funky now, no Here is a true tale Of the ones that deal, are the ones that fail Yeah, you can move if you wanna move What it prove? It's here like the groove The problem is this, we gotta' fix it Check out the justice, and how they run it Selling, smelling, sniffing, riffing And brothers try to get swift and Sell their own, rob a home While some shrivel to bone Like comatose walking around Please don't confuse this with the sound I'm talking about [Scratching] "Ba**!" "One, two, three, four, five, six" "Kick it!" "Years ago" [Verse 2] I put this together to rock the bells of those that boost the dose Of lack a lack, and those that sell to Black Shame on a brother when he dealing The same block where my 98 be wheeling And everybody know another kilo From a corner from a brother to keep another below Stop illing and k**ing, stop grilling Yo, black, yo (we are willing) 4, 5 o'clock in the morning Wait a minute y'all, the fiends are fiending Day to day they say no other way This stuff... is really bad I'm talking 'bout...BASS [Verse 3] Yo, listen I see it on their faces (First come, first serve basis) Standing in line, checking the time Homeboys playing the curb, the same ones that used to do herb Now they're gone, pa**ing it on Poison attack - the Black word bond My man Daddy-O once said to me He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep And at night he went to sleep And in the morning all he had was the sneakers on his feet The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo He stripped the Jeep to fill his pipe And wander around to find a place Where they rocked to a different kind of...BASS [Professor Griff] Succotash is a means for kids to make cash Selling d** to the brother man instead of the other man [Chuck D] I'm talking 'bout...BASS