Tragedy - Keep Control lyrics

[Intro] RISE. R-I-S-E. Rap Industry for Social Evolution. So you gotta understand something: it's hard to move as one, but it's easy to move as many (Chorus) Keep control... (Tragedy the Intelligent Hoodlum) When I made arrest the president, America ate me Spoke the truth that the gov't hates me They labeled me a prejudice poet I'm speaking the truth as I know it I hold on but it's hard for me to handle Too much lies, corruption and scandal Cops want to k** a brother or two Who do you call when the gang wears blue I ain't going out like an Uncle Tom man My gun is loaded and I'm itching to pull the trigger I'm marking for d**h as a funky rhyme sayer Corruption flows from the cops to the mayor Mali troops will run through your resident In my hand will be the head of your president All you fess that made a check to throwdown Will rise up for a political showdown Chorus (King Tee) Yo, King Tee stepping in on a dark tip Open your eyes and your mind and get a grip Of the ropes and chains that kept us Since we were black they didn't want to except us But it's ok, I got my own plan Cause yo, I ain't down wit your program The natives cook, wash and clean Until the rebel stepped on the scene M-A-N-D-E-L-A Now you got a chance to hear what he say Since they kept him locked up for so long Cause his skin was black and his mind was strong But we need to all stand together though And let the red, black and green show Become aware of yourself before it gets too late Another message from King Tee the great Chorus (Grand Puba) Yo bust it Hun did the flip, got a doobie wig Now she thinks she's all that sh**, her man does hits Hun livin' lovely, Miss Gucci Even got a Benz when she drives around wit all her friends Ugn, miss quick fast in a hurry Speedy, speedy, speedy, the b**h is greedy Spend so fast, she got caught wit 4 kids And the man caught a nice thick bid Now the b**h is on skid Screaming how she hates her kids The move for the b**h is a thing quick and easy Think slick, she better get wit the WIC Cause foul, foul, foul is your style You tried to run the race but you lost by a mile See it everyday, it's the same old sorry song How long must this go on Chorus (Def Jef) Power now or never, together forever And ever, sever make it endever To enlight your brother when I recommend to extend a hand Expand and then with strength defend Black women and men from the white power structure They s**ed ya in, stoled your culture and fuked ya And you gave birth to a nation Your free labor laid America's economic foundation Blood, sweat and tears and fear for years But now here's what appears to be the shift in the gears The turn of the tables, knowledge enables Us to escape the sterotype wit the labels And years of cla**room fables, fiction Fallacies, falsehoods, and fabrications Facades, even fronts Star Spangled story, stigma and stunts Chorus (Chubb Rock) I know this 11 year old kid named Jeffery Cowen And knowing his father slowing And his mother is hoeing And now should he be growing He's too young to be sewing He should just chill and be flowing I know he was being malested and sold And his mom for being infected Never check it, so I invested My time and made sure little bro was looked at Pops got evicted, b**h got a smack Pumped his fists and being that I'm a pugilist The bum got done by the one And little Jeffery, no more tears left to drip Mixed wit semen on his lip, emotional trip It confuses and bent ill thoughts In the soul of the youngster Is daddy a monster That raw creates lip sores and heartache pain Dries and open your eyes for the insane Chorus