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letra de for the record - re-education camp

blindin’ lights (“woop! woop!”) another stop, potential
poppin’ off of warnin’s cross the mournin’ block
only a shock if you forgot about jon, treyvon and oscar
call it all a cost, i call it continuous holocaust
two-fifties ain’t 50-50, say they look shifty
so don’t look at me and say we’re nifty since the 60’s
and don’t mix me up with someone fishy tryin’ to be tricky
this ain’t no quickie, this has been around before dixie, but they
still don’t comprehend it: the 13th amendment
and why their public bathrooms no longer have nice friendly attendants
they don’t care ‘bout those “over there’s” descendants, so they
intercept the youth, and see no innocent defendants
you thought we’d all be like nwa, ‘til we said how
many you put away with that nd-double-a?
don’t start no trouble, you say? done bein’ subtle in huddles, when we
bustin’ bubbles, you’ll know we end the struggle today

more controversial than a madam’s client list
i’m a man of god in hip hop and a master scientist
but these iron fist attack dogs wanna get a bite of this
you say i’m violent and riotous, but you listen to pilate and caiaphas
the ones accusin’ me of heresy are pharisees
but they’re barely scarin’ me out of repairin’ fairness and charities
so it don’t matter which little g’s you believe
‘cause i’m-a ask you ‘bout that book you never bothered to read
while i’m diggin’ many scriptures for bigger pictures, so i’m a
disciple of jesus christ, muhammed, buddha and krishna
fish the men, zen understandin’, blend don’t mean that i twist it up in a
wish to fit the ego, we go with infinite, lift the
universal transistor, if kindness doesn’t hit ya right
between the eyes, then sorry man, i guess it just missed ya
so i kiss my babies’ heads as i was kissed in the beginnin’
know my peace repeats from me to them, from them to men and women

see the demon in the man, k!ll the man, free the demon
but i seize him, take that demon out and keep that man breathin’
don’t believe in enemies, my remedy’s to relieve ‘em, ‘cause
enemies just prior friendlies at gethsemane, see? you don’t
use physical tools to solve spiritual problems
it won’t do you any good to imprison or bomb ‘em
sense is anything but common, i enlist the fifth column
wall up to annoy and stall ‘em while we brawl through holy callin’s
i guess ya never met me and z, your military
industrial’s complex, ‘gainst my m.i.c
ay yo, my world be free, so ain’t no d.o.d. division gonna
divide, or deploy, or destroy, or detain my vision
but the circ-mstances dire like those dyin’ from dyer’s rapid fire
pyre’s getting’ higher, skies and eyes redder with every liar
no quagmire condition, no mission required
‘cause my men are seminal, this general never retires

- re education camp

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