Attica Black Blackalicious
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[Intro]
Yea
This is a song called Attica Black
It's a song about the mediocracy in mediocracy
And just, in general, the mediocracy in life
We hope you enjoy our presentation
[Verse One]
Children gather round and let the rhythm buried in ya come alive with every word I speak
It's something that you really gotta feel to understand so bring a little bit ganja with ya
I scurry through my tapes straight looking for escapes from the mediocracy
There's gotta be stops gotta see how it ought to be not to be preaching but the wack just ain't dead yet
When you feel the funk inside ya
The inner soul is on its way
By the fire was I annihilatin' and breakin' em down
Was countin' and pointin' the mountain and I'm slayin' all the
To rule the industry instead of rhyming to be free you're rhymin' to get over losin' all the
So like the brothers in the prisons when conditions weren't improvin' started lootin' and the aunt said
And the aunt said
And the aunt said
[Interlude]
Does anybody know what the situation is?
Do you know what we can do and what we can't do?
We can't say and what we can say? I don't know that anymore
I don't have enough time to go and research all the laws
So I'm in the position that the only thing I can say about that is, "Fuck it"
Yea
This is a song called Attica Black
It's a song about the mediocracy in mediocracy
And just, in general, the mediocracy in life
We hope you enjoy our presentation
[Verse One]
Children gather round and let the rhythm buried in ya come alive with every word I speak
It's something that you really gotta feel to understand so bring a little bit ganja with ya
I scurry through my tapes straight looking for escapes from the mediocracy
There's gotta be stops gotta see how it ought to be not to be preaching but the wack just ain't dead yet
When you feel the funk inside ya
The inner soul is on its way
By the fire was I annihilatin' and breakin' em down
Was countin' and pointin' the mountain and I'm slayin' all the
To rule the industry instead of rhyming to be free you're rhymin' to get over losin' all the
So like the brothers in the prisons when conditions weren't improvin' started lootin' and the aunt said
And the aunt said
And the aunt said
[Interlude]
Does anybody know what the situation is?
Do you know what we can do and what we can't do?
We can't say and what we can say? I don't know that anymore
I don't have enough time to go and research all the laws
So I'm in the position that the only thing I can say about that is, "Fuck it"
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