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The propaganda of the American government
Is skillfully designed to make our people think
That our people back home don't want us
The government! This is government propaganda!
This is government skullduggery
Yes, I'm telling you what it is
You don't have nothing put in the paper today
That's not government controlled
Propaganda, they believe in propaganda
Psychological warfare
Okay, I wish we had more time to finish this great speech
By the great honorable Malcolm X
But we're running out of time
Down here on the DNA Hank Love radio show
Oh-di-dip, me-damn
They rid-own-own a ti-time on me
Malcolm me-tics me-damn, what it up, what it at
You don't iddy-kiddick that shit-t-t-t-t it off
They freed Mandela, ah yeah
Mental development, emotional maturity
Financial security, intellectual renovation
Spiritual nourishment, freedom from Uncle Sam's slavery
Ha, we need... somethin' for the head
Deflation of the egotistical attitudes that keep us in conflict
An end to psychological warfare
The knowledge of oneself is so very sacred
Without that, you might as well walk around naked
Bend over, whenever they wanna put it in
I can't afford to be illiterate, this is my bulletin
Spiritual foundation deals with frustration
'Cause if I give up, I'll be livin' in a bus station
Collecting food stamps, they're cutting huge grants
Buying missiles, rockets shipped from West Branch
And if I gets sick and I don't have any Medicare
I run into courts, they won't accept me anywhere
Look, Koreans are selling greasy pork chops
They make millions and millions and open more shops
That ain't Mazola, tastes like gasoline
Tastes like car grease, smells like Vaseline
Crying over spilt milk, talking from the head
Get jerked to the hilt among the walking dead
Let me elaborate what I'm talking to you about
The Educated Rapper says there's something you can do about
They couldn't pay me to keep my mouth shut
I'm full of spirit, wasn't meant to be a robot
I'm not mechanical, diplomatical, free
A meditative state of mind, there is no breaking me
Adversity, poverty, crime, I can't give it
I'm into healthy living and essentially I'm driven to
Uncover all the pleasures, uncover all the treasures
You really couldn't shackle me, no matter what the measures
You took to shackle me, the hook isn't sharp enough
Mentally I'm liberated, I just call your bluff
Yes sir, no sir, three big bags, fill, sir
Studying my history so I ain't coming much closer
Tranquil, passages of thoughts in my head
If I fall into a negative state of mind, I'm dead
And this is something for the head
Redevelopment of our child development techniques
Evolution of a language from a whole 'nother country
Voracious and hungry for books that are among me
Before the Mayflower, two thousand seasons
There's been treasons for prejudice reasons
Why is Ethiopians the east of the Red Sea?
Asia, India, the globe directs me
Archaeological materials found in Nubia
1960'S, a rescue for who we were
Can't infiltrate my mind is guarded
Ancient writers were far from retarded
Classical history indicates that
Media hates that, but they always erase that
I park it on a level higher than the physical devil
The world is a gold mine, I'm carrying a shovel
Africans taught mathematics to the Greeks
Birthplace, first place, scientific chiefs
Written on a paper they label papyrus
Knowledge of the scholars spread it like a virus
Time to stop being egotistical, be unified
Or else there's gonna be a whole damn genocide
If it weren't for my teachings, I'd probably be a lunatic
Blessed with excellent parents, now who's the dick?
Who's the trick? Who's the dildo?
Who's the sucker for money? Who's got the info?
Wisdom is the valuable vehicle that I'm seeking
Hostility, bloodshed keeps leaking
Out in disputes, domestic squabbles
In the streets there's troubles and the drunk man wobbles
He talks with a slur, his eyes are a blur
They might rip his pockets out, anything can occur
In the city where the tension is murderous
In the cities, it gets so ugly it's hideous
And this is something for the head
And this is something for your head
I've had enough oppression so rise to the occasion
Juxtapose ideas, chart to them invasion
Fighting for my rights, intellectual catharsis
Ideological renovation is a process
Physically I can't be stacked on Amma's bills
Channel from a higher power, lyrically feel
Strangulatin', suffocatin', nauseatin' politics
The country is overrun by a bunch of dicks
Never trust an enemy, ah, I learned that
I won't accept a rubber check, I'll have to burn that
Crooked, leery, premeditated theft
The crackers are so greedy, when they're done, there's nothing left
Conspiracy, embezzlement, larceny, forgery
Talk to me, I never buy the papers, I can't afford to be
Distracted by the misinformation bigotry
Conserving my mental energy is the better me
Elderly afraid of the young, they look so petro
Riding off a metro, buying horse ghetto
Congested with the beggars who keep begging for a buck
Teenagers acting hostile, he's got a gun, duck!
Religious fanatics keep yelling in my ears
Interfering with my morning with their futuristic fears
Child molestation is prevalent
Keep your eyes on your presidents and your reverend
Wall Street execs walk around with stiff necks
Tents of a left in a crowded city like insects
Materialistic bourgeois cocktail
They keep their noses stuck up their boss's tail
That's how they get their raises, cheeks falter
Snobbery, stuck-up like they're in a bigger ball park
Most wind up in therapy, getting their heads examined
These lyrics are kerplunging and slammin'
And this is something for the head
Educated Rapper's message to the people
Mix mastered in a UTFO laboratory
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