Dead Prez

Discussion in 'Music genres, Bands and Artists' started by weedboss, Jul 9, 2003.

  1. They got some really good lyrics which i haven't seen in the hip hop game in a long time, there stlyes very unique. Here's my favourite tune "Propaganda" Lyrics:

    Artist: Dead Prez
    Album: Lets Get Free
    Title: Propaganda


    Intro: (news snippets)
    "let me now turn, to our program for the future..."
    "the economy right now, is extremely supportive of the president and his
    Policies"
    "fbi scientists have found chemical traces, consistent with a bomb or a
    Missle, on a piece of wreckage..."
    "police using clubs and tear gas against demonstrators..."
    "they called me a mother -(bleeped out)-ing so-and-so...and a white
    Facist...like they said, 'you're getting some of your own medicine'..."

    Singing:
    Telling lies, to our children
    Telling lies, to our children
    Telling lies, to our babies
    Only truth, can take us...

    Verse 1:
    You can't fool all the people all of the time
    But if you fool the right ones, then the rest will fall behind
    Tell me who's got control of your mind? your world view?
    Is it the news or the movie you're taking your girl to? (uh)
    Know what i'm sayin cause uncle sam got a plan
    If you examine what they tellin us then you will understand
    What they plantin in the seeds of the next generation
    Feeding our children miseducation
    No one knows if there's ufo's or any life on mars
    Or what they do when they up in the stars
    Because i don't believe a word of what the president said
    He filling our head with lies got us hypnotised
    When he be speaking in cold words about crime and poverty
    Drugs, welfare, prisons, guns and robbery
    It really means us, there's no excuse for the slander
    But what's good for the goose, is still good for the gander
    See...

    Chorus:
    I don't believe bob marley died from cancer
    31 years ago i woulda been a panther
    They killed huey cause they knew he had the answer
    The views that you see in the news is propaganda

    Singing:
    Telling lies, to our children
    Telling lies, to our children
    Telling lies, to our babies
    Only truth, can take us...

    Verse 2:
    I don't want no computer chip in my arm
    I don't wanna die by a nuclear bomb
    I say we all rush the pentagon, pull out guns
    And grab the intercom, my first word's will be i believe
    Man made god, outta ignorance and fear
    If god made man, then why the hell would he put us here?
    I thought he's supposed to be the all loving
    The same god who let hitler put the jews in the oven
    We don't fall for the regular shit, they try to feed us

    All this half-ass leadership, flippin position
    They turn politcian and shut the hell up and follow tradition
    For your tv screen, is telling lies to your vision
    Every channel got some brainwashed cop shit to watch
    Running up in niggas cribs claiming that they heard shots
    It's a plot, but busta can you tell me who's greedier?
    Big corporations, the pigs or the media?
    Sign of the times, terrorism on the rise
    Commercial airplanes, falling out the sky like flies
    Make me wonder what secrets went down with bob brown (?)
    Who burnt churches to the ground with no evidence found?
    It's not coincidence, it's been too many studied incidents
    It coulda been the klan who put that bomb at the olympics
    But it probably was the fbi, deep at the call
    Cuz if they make us all panic then they can start martial law

    Chorus:
    I don't believe bob marley died from cancer
    31 years ago i woulda been a panther
    They killed huey cause they knew he had the answer
    The views that you see in the news is propaganda

    I don't believe bob marley died from cancer
    31 years ago i woulda been a panther
    They killed huey cause they knew he had the answer
    The views that you see in the news is muthafuckin propaganda

    Singing:
    Police is telling lies fooling millions
    What are they teaching our kids in these school buildings?
    Televised, enterprised in all the killing
    Controlling our lives, this ain't living
    No this ain't living

    Chant:
    Fbi, cia
    Atf, kkk
    Irs, tnt
    Cbs, nbc

    Fbi, cia
    Atf, kkk
    Irs, tnt
    Cbs, nbc

    Singing:
    Telling lies, to our children
    Telling lies, to our children
    Telling lies, to our babies
    Only truth, can take us...

    News snippet:
    "uh, we view each other uh, with uh, a great love and a great understanding
    And that we
    Try to expand this to the general, uh, black population and also people,
    Oppressed people all over the world, and, i think that uh, we differ from
    Uhmm... uh, some other groups simply because we understand the system better
    Than uh, most uh, groups understand the system, and uh, with this
    Realisation, uh, we attempt to form a strong political base based in the
    Community with the only strength that we have and that's the strength of uh,
    A potentially destructive force if we don't get freedom."
     
  2. My No 2 Favourite

    Behind Enemy Lines Lyrics
    Dead Prez
    No More Prisons
    Let's go fellas shower time's up in five minutes
    * sounds of prison bars slamming shut *
    Get those feet off the table whaddyou think this is home?

    (This is bullshit yo son let me get a ciggarette)
    (I'ma go.. back to my cell and read)

    That's it five more minutes and that's it
    Back to work fellas back to work!

    [Dead Prez]
    Yo lil' Kadeija pops his locks he wanna pop the lock
    but prison ain't nuttin but a private stock
    And she be dreamin bout his date of release, she hate the police
    but loved by her grandma who hugs and kisses her
    Her father's a political prisoner, Free Fred
    Son of a Panther that the government shot dead
    back in 12/4, 1969
    Four o'clock in the mornin, it's terrible but it's fine, cause
    Fred Hampton Jr. looks just like him
    Walks just like jim, talks just like him
    And it might be frightenin the Feds and the snitches
    to see him organize the gang brothers and sisters
    So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
    Eighteen years, because the five-oh said so
    They said he set a fire to a a-rab store
    but he ignited the minds of the young black and poor

    Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates
    Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
    Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan
    to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up

    (Hello?) Collect call from Nes
    (How are you?) Yo shit is crazy Boo
    (Have you been alright?) You know I miss you
    (I feel lonely lonely lonely) Yo woman..
    can you put some money in my commisary?

    Lord can't even smoke a loosey since he was twelve
    925 locked up with a L
    They call him triple K, cause he killed three niggaz
    Another ghetto child got turned into a killer
    His pops was a Vietnam veteran on heroin
    Used like a pawn by these white North Americans
    Momma couldn't handle the stress and went crazy
    Grandmomma had to raise the baby
    Just a young boy, born to a life of poverty
    Hustlin, robbery, whatever brung the paper home
    Carried the chrome like a blind man holdin cane
    Tattoes all over his chest, so you can know his name
    But y'all know how the game go
    D's kicked in the front door, and guess who they came fo'?
    A young nigga headed for the pen, coulda been
    shoulda been, never see the hood again

    Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates
    Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
    Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan
    to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up

    Behind enemy lines, my niggaz is cellmates
    Most of the youths never escape the jail fates
    Super maximum camps will advance they gameplan
    to keep us in the hands of the man, locked up

    * speaking in spanish *

    You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
    Look how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a day
    up in the bing, standard routine
    They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks
    (behind enemy lines)
    You ain't gotta be locked up to be in prison
    Look how we livin, thirty thousand niggaz a day
    up in the bing, standard routine
    They put us in a box just like our life on the blocks
    (behind enemy lines)
     

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