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KICKIN DOWN DOORS

YO MAMA Featuring STREET4ONE

DATE PRODUCED: 3.9.2023

PRODUCER: STREET SWEEPA RECORDINGS

LYRICS: YO MAMA

RAP: YO MAMA

DRUMS YO MAMA

SAMPLED:

STREET4ONE BEAT: 'HIP HOP EXPLOSION',

PUBLIC ENEMY: SHUT EM DOWN, REBEL MC: STREET TUFF

LYRICS

(Yo Mama)
We're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're runnin at ya
And ya gunnin ya gunnin ya can't run any faster
We're gunna forsake ya we're gunna forsake ya
Get a pickup truck and run it right past ya
Ya wanna dance oh ya wanna sway uh
But when money steps in ya wanna jump and run away yo
But we're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're runnin at ya
Oh yeah we're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're gonna catch ya

(Chuck D)
I testified
My mama cried
Black people died
When the other men lied
See the TV, listen to me, double trouble
I overhaul and I'm comin'
From the lower level
I'm takin' tabs
Sho nuff stuff to grab
Like shirts and it hurts
With a neck to wreck
Took a poll 'cause our soul
Took a toll
From the education
Of a TV station
But look around
Here go the sound of the wreckin' ball
Boom and Pound
When I shut 'em down
(I shut 'em down
Shut em down, shut em shut em down
I shut 'em down
Shut em down, shut em shut em down x4)

(Chuck D)
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight, nine
What I use in the battle for the mind
Hit it hard
Like it supposed
Pullin' no blows to the nose
Like uncle L said I'm rippin up shows
Then what it is
Is only five per cent of the biz
I'm addin woes
That's the way it goes
Then you think I rank, I never drank, point blank
I own loans
Suckers got me runnin from the bank
Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee
I never saw a way to pay a sap
To read the law
Then become a victim of a lawyer
Don't know ya, never saw ya
Tape cued
Gettin' me sued
Playin' games with my head
What the judge said put me in the red
Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead
No no
My educated mind say
Suckers gonna pay anyway
There gonna be a day
Cause the troop they roll in
To posse y'up
Whole from the ground
Ready to go
Go another round
Sick of the ride, it's suicide
For the other side of town
When I find a way to shut 'em down
(I shut 'em down
Shut em down, shut em shut em down
I shut 'em down
Shut em down, shut em shut em down x4)

(Yo Mama)
Why do we focus on memories that sold us
Too thick to forge a plagiarize hiatus
To meek to see a cannibal status
To wanton for things second nature sold us
Second nature, now third generation ya heard, Word
But you ain't so you caint
Trample memories of State fuss
The fuzz the cuss the wanted mo cuzz
The reeks of stolen money and much mo
Coz you swore you'd get off this bus, this buzz
But you just can't seem ta find the door
Fear it got you tryin ta score
Tryin to chore, tryin ta seek hands for
Doin shit otha than poor
While a mans bread and water
Is a faceless man's son and daughter

(Chuck D)
Who count the money
In the neighborhood
But we spendin' money
To no end, lookin' for a friend
In a war to the core
Rippin' up the poor in the stores
Until they get a brother
Kickin' down doors
Then I figure, I kick it bigger
Look 'em dead in the eye
And they wince
Defense is pressurized
They don't really want it to be
Another racial attack
In disguise, so give some money back (yeah)
I like Nike but wait a minute
The neighborhood supports so put some money in it
The corporations owe
They gotta give up the dough to my town
Or else we're gonna shut 'em down
(I shut 'em down
Shut em down, shut em shut em down
I shut 'em down
Shut em down, shut em shut em down x4)

For what he caught her
Stripped her, made her a pauper
Bent her so big she can't even restore a
But shaped her one waster will never erase her
Chance to be a mother or daughter

But we're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're runnin at ya
And ya gunnin ya gunnin ya can't run any faster
We're gunna forsake ya we're gunna forsake ya
Get a pickup truck and run it right past ya
Ya wanna dance oh ya wanna sway uh
But when money steps in ya wanna jump and run away yo
But we're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're runnin at ya
Oh yeah we're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're gonna catch ya

And a homeless man sits, too heavy to hit
Too wasted to see, if he needed money
He'd be greedy, if he stole something he'd be needy
If he polled what's coming it'd be easy
Ta find his feet, off this street
Ta reach for Creators hand to meet
But lies in the mind make our ways blind
Feet don't reach for lack of speech
Sore don't scratch an already lit match
Memories don't fade where it's already drawn a blank
A bank full of laid up treasure from a fuckin wanka
Who never made a teacha reach or further calculate
Work for sum dumb ass socked up infiltrator
Dirty swine, mingled wine, fucken instigator
There ain't no fuckin way, we're gonna forsake ya

(Yo Mama)
From dux in a row ta dunce on the stow
Of a port ta starboard ah watch Yah mind flow
Connect a ticket with a riddim an all the bulls blow
Coz they pant's too tight for they laid by fat
Offa system that paid off a pair of phat slacks
Now they slacks ain't slack, black is back
Coral the masses of cattle to the pen of wack
And lock the gate, that shit ain't great
Bought a pen fo yoself, how ya gunna relate
There ain't no fuckin way, we're gunna forsake ya

(Chuck D)
Alright yowl
One more time, here we go again
Alright, come on
A get down hold it come on
A wait a minute now
(I shut 'em down
Shut em down, shut em shut em down
I shut 'em down
Shut em down, shut em shut em down x4)
Hey hey hey
Yeah yeah I know you got soul
(Pump the beat, pump the beat the bald beat yowl)

(Yo Mama)
We're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're runnin at ya
Oh ya gunnin ya gunnin ya can't run any faster
We're gunna forsake ya we're gunna forsake ya
Get a pickup truck and run it right past ya
Ya wanna dance oh ya wanna sway uh
But when money steps in ya wanna jump and run away yo
But we're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're runnin at ya
Oh yeah we're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're gonna catch ya

I said we're runnin we're runnin we're runnin and we're runnin at ya
Oh ya gunnin ya gunnin ya can't run any faster
We're gunna forsake ya we're gunna forsake ya
Get a pickup truck and run it right past ya
Fo yo dirty old cut we gonna fair one up ya
Stick ya bread an water where the Son don't shine yah
Ya wanna dance oh ya wanna sway uh
But when money steps in ya wanna jump n run away yo
Get a piece of the pie hold yo peace today yo
Silence is golden calf afta bath of jump an sway yo
Babylon is fallen oh it's fallen, fallen, it's appalin
The sock to tha nose an they wantin more an
Oh ya gunnin and gunnin ya can't run any fasta
Ya gotsta wait for a call from ya dumb, blind masta
Ta watch us fall but we runnin we runnin we gonna catchya

(Chuck D)
Alright yowl
One more time, here we go again
Alright, come on
A get down hold it come on
A wait a minute now
Hey hey hey
Yeah yeah I know you got soul
Pump the beat, pump the beat the bald beat yowl

(KKK)
Howdy yowl
This is Bernie Crosshouse
Yours truly of the KKK
I'd like to express our deepest gratitude
At the destruction of the inferior nigger race
And I'm especially pleased to report it's destroying itself without our help
To all you gangs, hoodlums, drug pushers and users
And other worthless niggers killing each other
We'd like to thank yall
For saving us the time, trouble and legality
For the final chapter of ridding yall off the face of the earth
Your solution to our problem is greatly appreciated
So keep selling us your soul
Thankya

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