Lyrics - Free Big Willie by Chuck D

No mistakenot just some whacko from
Wacocrazy ill plead insanityjust to save humanitybe good like no johnnynever like no
Gulianicause they never could stop menot their imaginary
Rockyget me then acquit me attack mewhat a shock to
Patakihere here watch a brotherduck the chair
I fear only the oneupstairs who got no
I'm not part of the clickit's whatcha see is
Whatcha getmy realities personalmany times rhymes forgetsome ain't heavy like othersbut they still lie my brothersdisgusted at theother folk laughin at uswit the ashes to the ashesthe bluntz to the bluntza chip off the ol block
I shockand get the word inmaybe that's why a brother like meshoulders the burden
I smells between the white sheetsa hell of a beastin the black lurkindon't front step to the circlespending more time in the air thana flight attendantthe rhyme got winded on the way upon what
I thought was a lay upthese two cent criticizers don'trealize we all under a microscopeof a nation of other folkso all this nigga callin is we fallinattitude have we forgottenentertaining is todays way of pickin cottonso that the younger bees and geesthink all we can bees is a big dreamerin order to get a
Benze or a beemersome stuck in that 96
Lexus per minute shitit's that same 'ol story that bores meignores memy metaphors be overthat head of even headsto some
I'm propheticto the rest
I'm patheticled a movement of mentalsagainst the fesd and point spreadon beats madd noize andfunky instrumentalsthere once was a timewe fought the power with a rhymenow the attitude goin roundno use tryingot more hits than
Pete
Rosehad for the
Redsnow they be on anything
Deioninterceptsexcept
I'm in a zone now gettin wreck
I get aroundcan
I get down like
Craig
Mackhow can
I get downback like sock 'em robots whoforget it was himwho parlayedthe styles of
KRS &
Rakimand brought it to a different levelagainst the so called devilwho had the nerve to throw a bell curveand test me, arrest melemme go let it grow no
I've been thru the afroit's been a long time so my childhoodsretrounlike todayas we be watchin us paythe price that bugs me know'n that
Goddon't like uglygot a free pair of lugzto run quicker from the slugzbut slipped from the madd dirtthat was swept under the ruga lil' down, but not outnot what you thought it waspeace no beefs,
I getz love

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