They Got... (censored)

Lyrics
(chorus) Know your enemy, overstand y'all Overstand y'all, know your enemy Know your enemy, overstand y'all Overstand y'all, know your enemy They got extraterrestrials living in Arizona They got food so they-gats a bodegas in Corona They got media Tell-Lie-Vision locked down too Brother-hooding snakes simplism lower channel two They got millions of dollars invested in crack Not to mention cigarettes and alcohol on top of which they tax They got professors teaching only half the story Nineteen-seventy five they created AIDS inside a laboratory They got me feeling like I'm on parole They got excuses for the people that they killed and the land they stole They got us thinking we're players but they're the pimps They got my (dick) inside they mouth and they all full of (shit!) [Verse 2: Sabac] They got computer chips filled with secret manuscripts They got Olympic Games, symbol for how we train They got my fifteen sisters and brothers' different mothers in Brooklyn and Puerto Rico on a search for one another They got me thinking porn from like dusk till dawn They got my crew spelled out Non Phi-xi-on They got mobile phones that we purchase on a rental So they tap into our lives and cause tumors on our temples They got mercs and marines cooking coke in submarines They got us feeling dope is a way to self-esteem They got (fucked-up) leaders acting like disciplinaries But what they ain't got is us hip-hop revolutionaries (Chorus)
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Credits
- Writers
- Sabac
- ILL BILL