Throwback Verse of the Week: "Wake Up" by Brand Nubian

The attribute haji helper to another god
Indeed he Allah God Islam
As I proceed to civilize the uncivilized
Word of wisdom to the groove from the wise (speak on it God)
I guess I'm like the verbalizer for the fact I'm movin blackwards
This asiatic black man is a dog spelled backwards
The maker, the owner, the cream of the planet earth
Father of civilization, God of the universe
Manifestin thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart of the problem is this.. (speak on it God)
Preacher got my old earth puttin money in the pan
For the rest of the week now I'm eatin out a soup can
He has a home, drives his caddy through town
Has my old earth believin that he's comin from the ground (Jesus)
Slain are those who fought for what was right
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not foolin me
You see, the answer to me is black unity
Unification, to help our bad situation
I wrote this on a day of wisdom power
All bein born to myself (god!)
I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is no fuss (it is no fuss)
It's just that sad old song self-destruction
To stop our reproduction

Verse of the Week: T.I. "You Ain't Missin' Nothing" (dedicated to the Brothers doing prison time)

[Chorus:]
I know the times seem long,
Just try and keep strong
Put on your headphones and rewind this song
Remember you ain't missin' nothin' homes,
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes

(verse 1)
My uncle did a decade

Came home, hit the ground runnin' gettin' paid

Like he never did a day

Hit the streets, brothers still in the same place

They was befory you went in the chain gang,

And doin' the same thang

The game go on, you only do two days in thejoint

The day you get locked up, and the day you go home

I know it feels like the world passin' you by,

Like sh_t happenin' every day out there that you don't know 'bout

Everytime you call home your baby momma show out,

And your partners don't even send you flicks from when they go out

But don't worry 'bout it or stress it, cause shawty know what?

The time'll do itself, all you gotta do is show up

Keep layin' down, wakin' up, and thankin' the Lord

And 'fore you know it they gonna open the doors

True story, just prepare yourself for it,

If you ain't got a plan what you need with a secondchance, sh_t, you gonna blow it!

Learn and visualize what you try to do,

And do the time homeboy, don't let the time do you

They say the time just flew on the street,

Hard to believe it from me never

But you'll see soon as youon the streets

VERSE OF THE WEEK: SHUT 'EM DOWN by: CHUCK D OF PUBLIC ENEMY

"Who count the money
In da neigborhood

But we spendin' money

To no end lookin' for a friend

In a war to the core

Rippin' up the poor in da stores

Till 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

I like Nike but wait a minite

The neighborhood supports so put some money in it

The Corporations owe

Dey gotta give up the dough

To da town or else

We gotta shut 'em down

I shut 'em down!!!!"

VERSE OF THE WEEK: SCARFACE "WHO DO YOU BELIEVE IN?"

This past year was a rough ride,
Joking aside,
A lot of n____s left to do bids, and most done died
My neighborhood is like a ghost town with hypes and trash
The BGs got the hood hotWith whites and rats
The old folks is mad at us cause they kids is lost
How you expect for us to teach when all you did was talk
The trickledown theory but this generation of thugs
Ain't nothing like my n____s was when was hustling blood
It went from weed to cocaine, Cocaine to drank
Drank to handlebar, heron, x and crank
Smokin dip, plottin homicides, killin theyself
Butt naked waving pistols round the feeling of death
Got mama crying, cause she know deep down they needin her help
But he's a dead man walking, still she pray for his health
Why did Cory have to die youngI'm losing my friends
Fought the war against CancerBut he lost in the end


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