Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago
We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio

What we did was to help our generation realize
They had to get out there and get busy cause it wasn't gonna be televised

We got respect for you rappers and the way they be free-weighin'
But if you're gon' be teachin' folks things, make sure you know what you're sayin'

Older folks in our neighborhood got plenty of know-how
Remember if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be out here now

And I ain't comin' at you with no disrespect
All I'm sayin' is that you damn well got to be correct

Because if you're gonna be speakin' for a whole generation
And you know enough to try and handle their education
Be sure you know the real deal about past situations
It ain't just repeatin' what you heard on the local TV stations

...Sometimes they tell lies and put 'em in a truthful disguise
But the truth is that's why we said it wouldn't be televised

They don't know what to say to our young folks, but they know that you do
And if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?

The first sign is peace, tell all them gun totin' young brothas
That the man is glad to see us out there killin' one another

We raised too much hell when they was shootin' us down
So they started poisoning our minds tryin' to jerk us all around

And then they tell us they got to come in and control our situation
They want half of us on dope and the other half in incarceration

If the ones they want dead ain't killed by what they instigated
They put some dope on a brotha's body and claim it was drug related

Tell them drug related means there don't need to be no investigation
Or at least that's the way they're gon' play it on the local TV stations

All your 9-millimeter brothas...give them somthin' to think about
Tell them you heard that this is the new word, they got to work that stuff out

But somehow they feel in the wrong way with a gun in their hands
They feel real independent...but they just pullin' contracts for the man

Five and five will tell you it's hopeless out there on the avenue
But if they really knew the truth...why would they tell you?

And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game

Or worse yet implying that you don't really know...
That's the same thing they said about us...a long time ago

Young rappers, one more suggestion before I get out of your way
But I appreciate the respect you give me and what you got to say

I'm sayin' protect your community and spread that respect around
Tell brothas and sistas they gotta calm that bullshit down
Cause we're terrorizin' our old folks and brought fear into our homes
And they ain't got to hang out with the senior citizens
Just tell them, “Dammit...leave the old folks alone”

And we know who rippin' off the neighborhood, tell them, “That BS has got to stop!”
Tell them you're sorry they can't handle it out there
But they got to take the crime off the block

And if they look at you like you're insane
And they start callin' you scarecrow and say you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game

Or worse yet saying that you really don't know...
That's the same thing they said about me a long time ago

And if they tell folks that you finally lost your nerve
That's the same thing they said about us, when we said, “Johannesburg”

But I think the young folks need to know, that things don't go both ways
You can't talk respect on every other song or just every other day

What I'm speakin' on now is the raps about the women folks
On one song she's your African Queen on the next one she's a joke

And you ain't said no words that I haven't heard, but that ain't no compliment
It only insults eight people out of ten and questions your intelligence

Four letter words or four syllable words won't make you a poet
It'll only magnify how shallow you are and let everybody know it

And if they look at you like they think you insane
Or they call you scarecrow thinkin' you ain't got no brain
Or start tellin' folks that you suddenly gone lame
Or that white folks have finally co-opted your game

Or you really don't know..
.They said that about me a long time ago

If they finally start to tell people that you lost your nerve
That's what they said about Johannesburg

You ain't insane..
.you have got a brain
You haven't gone lame;
you have got your game

Remember...keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve
Keep the nerve

...I'm talkin' about peace

You lost me over here in the case files.

I might go into back into the audio section and post some public enemy.

You had posted some de la soul in one of my threads before.

maybe you should just make an old school hip hop thread in the Audio section?

.......... wrote:
Actually my point was the lyrics and his message. And how it relates to much of the stuff you post.

Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it, read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me will you please?

One who acts doped, so what does it mean to me?
That's you, 'cause of the way you act
Standin' on the corner, sellin' junk dope.
Scalin' your friends and also your foes
What's the matter wit'cha boy?

You big galoot, you nincompoop
What's wrong wit you? You can't compute
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standin' on the poley, playin' pusher man

What you got to do with yourself?
Can't you be somebody else?
Look at you described to a tee
You're a fool of many in society

I know some more, I shall go on
And continue in the song, fooled the fool

Man, I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout callin' me a fool
I've been out here for twentysome odd years
Doin' my thing, I ain't no fool man
You crazy or something?
I'm gonna stick this, right up your

The girl I talked to she's sort of neurotic
Her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic
Scares the girl by threatenin' her life
Says "Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife"

Beats in her public, beats her in private
Tried it 'round me almost, won't buy it
Said "Forget him, don't you know he's a loser"
Who would love a woman turn around and abuse her

Only a fool as described by the tribe
Here's another one who's on the fool vibe
Gonna make it short, gonna make it quick
For this situation makes me sick

See your brother man, with the female
He's crazy ego tried to show he'll prevail
In any situation lady luck's on his side
Emotions run free, nothin' he will hide

Why I remember one sunny day
Took my cousin to the park so we can play
On the way, a couple resembled
The one I just described, everythin' assembled

Another young man walked in their direction
Bumped him a bit, excused his imperfection
But the man with the lady grabbed the other by the neck
Demanded an apology and also respect

The young man aggravated grabbed him back and smacked him
The girl just laughed and laughed and laughed at him
He felt ashamed for what he had done
It looked like a fool to everyone

These are three stories from the Naked City
Reality, is sometimes a ditty
Like Grodzilla from the twilight zone
Earth to your brain, is anyone home?

I see ya there, tryin' to make amends
Try to make some friends, but now my story ends
On the note, that I just wrote
Stay afloat on the reality boat

Slow down and think and take it cool
And try to avoid the description of a fool

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