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Runaway Sambo

Hell Razah
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They got a bounty on my head, and a tag for your toe I'm here to sing a song, 'til they let my people go Wheel about, turn about, my chrome.44 Every time I pull it out it's, "Fuck Jim Crow" It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it's the Big- It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it's the Big App- It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it's the Big- It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it's the- It's like Moses and Pharaoh, now it's the Big Apple I'm just a runaway slave, these devils can't tackle We slipping out of handcuffs, and breaking out of shackles I'm Nat Turner, in the mind of a time capsule We not no Buckwheats or Little Grass Roots Or Different Strokes, or whatever have you A little fame, a record deal, don't make it freedom If man don't live by bread alone, how we gon' feed 'em? So I choose to bring 'em truth, about the sea of Edom But they swift with cunning words, and they still deceive 'em Your best rapper screaming, "Yes, massa," when they beat him Chris Columbus came with a fungus Recognize y'all strength in numbers They went from cowboys to bounty hunters The F.B.I.'s hopping out of Hummers Taking your kids, and your grandmothers Your niece and nephews, and your baby brothers Abraham Lincolns, and nigga lovers They try to tell me I can't blow Cause I ain't tap dancing like Sambo My pants low, from that black market commando I stand for righteousness, truth, and straight facts Whoever ain't runaway slaves will get snatched While there's wars in Lebanon, I write it like King David in Psalms See I was born to the horns of Saraphon It's Ariel Sharon, the suicide bomb Nat Turner nightmares, and chasing Uncle Toms El Razi-el, code name be Metatron I got 'em open like dope veins, for Methadone Without a right to bear arms, I'm mentally the Don You can't fuck with the God, he's seven bars beyond They love to hate it, and translate it, and read it wrong My definition is non-fiction, I rhyme different Than your everyday rap gimmick, design image You invented a clone, a DNA digit They try to tell me I can't blow Cause I ain't tap dancing like Sambo My pants low, from that black market commando I stand for righteousness, truth, and straight facts Whoever ain't runaway slaves will get snatched They got a bounty on my head, and a tag for your toe I'm here to sing a song, 'til they let my people go Wheel about, turn about, my chrome.44 Every time I pull it out it's, "Fuck Jim Crow"