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Brutal Lyrics - Singles - Paris

Paris is my name, I flows with ease 

Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks MC's 

Who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement 

Intense is a serious answer 

 

The mic goes into labor you freeze up 

Enveloped by the style that sounds so rough 

Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide 

A million and a half shot keepin' you high 

 

But I don't sell 'cause what you're sellin' is never sold 

Or dealed by the real mack brothers of old 

Naw, I just devise a wise new formula 

To keep you in tune without sellin' my soul 

 

In 1930, it all began 

With a movement comprised of intelligent black men 

Led by Allah in the form of Farad 

But later by the last true prophet of God 

 

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Elijah Muhammad, a dominant black leader 

Of 'The Lost/Found Asiatic Pack' 

And later by Malcolm, whose point was straight 

Stressin' a black nationalistic state 

 

Of self-sufficiency on a mission 

He stressed thrift and pride and good sense 

Killed in cold blood but the shit ain't done with 

Switch to Oak town, '66 

 

See Huey Newton and Cleveland Seal 

Sons of Malcolm with intent to kill 

And end the brutality inflicted on us by cops 

Best believe, I won't stop 

 

Teachin' science in step with Farrakhan 

Drop a dope bomb, word to Islam 

Keeps my brothers up on it 'cause I'm black 

And now you know I'm brutal 

 

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Callin' all brothers to order, P-Dog'll slaughter 

Stomp rip and choke those who thought a 

Young black man wasn't capable of the intellect 

Of gainin' respect without sellin' so check 

 

I'm Paris, six feet two, deadly as ice 

But twice as nice with, the power to fight boy 

So, listen I'm tellin' y'all, the warnin' the Final Call 

We're headin' for Armageddon, it's like that 

 

The government's policy see is tactical genocide 

How many must die, chasin' a chemical high? 

How much killin' and murderin' mayhem more can we stand 

Before we fold black man, so take a stand 

 

Listen up drug dealer, whassup with that? 

Hope I don't bust a cap, straight in your motherfuckin' ass 

For pushin' poison to youth, I'm through with talkin', I'm steppin' up 

With gat point blank at your motherfuckin' mug 

 

I'm P R O, B L A C K 

Stompin' and crushin' to mush, any lush, in my way 

I'm educated and strong, always right and no wrong 

With many bullets of a Bensonhurst, come on along 

 

It's like that y'all and I won't quit 

Keepin' y'all fresh on the movement tip 

With F.O.I. at my side, we're never slippin' or nap 

We always come sick-wid-it, bustin' serious caps 

 

There's no, bullshit and yo look, this is the danger zone 

You shouldn't have stepped to it, you shouldn't have come alone 

You shouldn't have ever thought, the movement was soft 

Don't you know P-Dog'll never stop 

I'm brutal 

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