The original is my favourite rap song of ever I think

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Black America, tell me who's killing who?
(Black America) 
It’s time to think about ourself, for a minute
If we don’t help ourself, we hurt ourself

Black America
Killing each other
Dying in the hands of our young black sisters and brothers
They're killing their own race
Go anywhere in black america and you'll see that's in ya face
To watch Black America cry, now when she don’t wanna DIE
I brought this delight to keep'em alive
We've got to change the reflexions of the majority
You look in the mirror of Black America
Tell me who's killing who?

Drug dealers are doin' their share in our community
Destroy Black America, brother where's your unity ?
And since we’re on the subject that you must talk about
The weaker point of Black America that sells you drugs to
A kid who don't even know her mom's your biggest customer
They're home starving cause you're always selling drugs to her
And what did you do with the money?
You went and bought mo' drugs so you can make mo' money
And kill the hope and dreams right in Black America eyes
Lettin' the future know that drugs is a way to survive
If you don't respect one another then help one another
We’ll destroy one another and that's what they want my brother
You killing me, and I'm killing you
Now stop and ask yourself how can the black dream come true?
We got to change the reflexions of the majority
You view in the mirror of Black America
Tell me who's killing who?

Black man gotta stop calling the women a bitch
You're mother is a black woman too
So that's make you a son of a bitch
This is the wrong word to use my brother
That same word kept our black women back in the gutter
Nobody was there to pick a black lady up
In Black America, where time is rough
U didn't care and it went away cause she was that to you
My point is Black America
Tell me who's killing who?

We fought together, lived together
And if we don't get it together we’ll all die together
Cause all we got is each other
Black american girls and boys and black fathers and mothers
Get involved with the children, it starts at home
The Black America we save, could be our own
We gotta change the reflexions of the majority
You view in the mirror of Black America
Tell me who's killing who?

Black America tell me, who's killing who?
Killing me, killing you, killing you

K-Solo | Who's Killin' Who? (1992)

Das EFX - Jussumen (Pete Rock Remix)

find also this track in my mixtape Colors

KARAMEL

Ivan Makvel, back with a Modern Funk / G-Funk anthem party, with an energetic groovy bass line, powerful synths and with its recognizable trademark, the TalkBox, which colorize the track giving to the song a Californian influence.
The iconic producer of the Modern Funk & Nu-Funk movement also gave his personal touch to the song, adding a strong clap in the Zapp style for the street dance world and overall for the dancers of the style called Popping.

We Like To Party

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The foundational genre of the people of the 70s & 80s.

Grown. [An American Revolution: Funk]

Hip Hop Mix Vol. 1

Chubb Rock, OC, Jeru The Damaja

"We did it like that and now we do it like this"
"We did it like that and now we do it like this"

(Chubb Rock)
Now clock kids, who got the cocaine?
Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train
The metaphor sent from my brain to my jaw
It comes from other places, not the tinted faces
Journalistic values are yellow and then, of course, falters
You'll watch Channel Zero with that bitch Barbara Walters
She'll have you believe black invented crack
When President Lyndon had the formula way back
In '63 with Kennedy, yes, the double cross
Remember that's when they blew his fucking head off
Vietnam vets come back looking like one-armed pets
Nixon bounced pure checks
No picket fence, no job, no 8-cylinder car
Blue collar turns to bourgeois
Depressed in your chest
Demerol for sess, no dough, crack in vials much less
White tee's can sell on the corners of Bushwick
White tee's can sell on the corners of Flatbush
White tee's can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy
Pass the torch to that nigga guy
So just die, nigga, die, nigga
You're too black, you can't handle, you're too strong
Get high, fly, clock. Next, boost your steel
In '95, we take back Ebbets Field

[Scratched]
"Now let's take a sec to think back"

(O.C)
Brooklyn: Traveling distance to party
Brooklyn: absent at functions? Not hardly
Brooklyn: the name alone holds Godly
You don't know? You better ask somebody
Crack filled streets since '85.
The Beast getting paid to not bust
Hookers’ drawers got crust
Cats clapping regular
Hardcore niggas with phat gold chains on the corner maintaining
Gold teeth flashing, stickup kids playing in front of
Latin Quarters—keep home your daughters
‘Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming
Ignorant Ducks are shooting, wiling
They're not aiming
One Easter—now, to think about it, what a pity
Five people died in front of Skate City
Senseless, Back then you was ill if you had a gun
People gash you and flash you, damn, no fun
Albee Square, you couldn't shop too much ‘cause
Fort Greene would hem you, wreck the fuck on up.
You had Do or Die, East New York, mad Hell
Fellas cutting school, trooping to all go Maxwell
So many memories I can't manifest
Yo, ‘Ru, start where I finish and, to Brooklyn, God bless

[Scratched Hook]
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"

(Jeru the Damaja)
Listen ‘cause, for your mind, I got the right nutrition
We keep shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken
Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain
Trife type chicks, “Top Billin'”s the anthem
Rastas smoke marijuana, enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner
Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip
So bullets hit brains when bottles hit lips
Clips, whatever happened to .38 Special?
Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue
Probably the same one that killed Noriega.
Chips that power nuclear bombs power my Sega
Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism
Leave most niggas dead or in prison
In Crookland, right hand cuts off the left hand
To spite the hand. Jealous of the next man
So violent crimes black-on-black, plus mad crack to boot
Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot
“Make money money, get money, take money.”
I can't understand that concept ‘cause Jah rules everything around me
Fire burns the unjust like arson, larceny
Melt emcees with mental telepathy
With precision, we're slicing and dicing.
Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest

Crooklyn Dodgers '95 | The Return Of The Crookyln Dodgers (1995)

DJ CHiEF just pulled up to the drive-thru for some Hot Piece Nuggets, but he was in for a shocking surprise...
Mixtape version of the new album, all tracks available for streaming and download everywhere: https://tr.ee/Ogx1ZIovoI
Tracklist:
00:00 Intro – Hot Piece Nuggets
00:30 Ring Walk
02:35 Who's the Baddest
04:38 Kick Steppin
07:08 Air Freeze
09:05 Check It
11:20 Top Rock Round
14:13 Showdown

Hot Piece Nuggets Mixtape

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Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down (2006 Remastered Remix)

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Grand Puba | I Like It (1995)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMvXr_vfIns
Yo, can I get a witness
Brothers don't want ta be on my hit-list
Time to kick positivity with the quickness
I'm breakin 'em somethin off slick
With soft hits
Now what is all this, am I Bo Vick?
I'm not havin it
It's time to chill, G
I know ya feel me
So bob ya heads back and forth wit the swiftness cause it's really
Bless the visitor so please stand
These men are Hieroglyphics
And yes that's the reason
That you're feeling like ya do don't attempt to simp
Be true to what ya know
Forget about pimps and limps
Close your eyes and think inspite of how we go right
Of wrong situations long, when you can't even think tight
And my view should be
A place just for the crews and g's
Face to face
It ain't no losing sleep, be
A million niggas havin good times
We pass to Del, makin mail
Kickin good rhymes
The doors are open, so you're welcome to do biz quick tricks
Risin, surprisin, and down 6-6-6
If ya need my help
Below lets takin a limb
Better than them, yes I am
First Sermon I'm the man

We havin church today
Ehmmm, we havin church today
Lift your hands, to the man, don't be shy
We're havin church today
Oh, Git out your seats, havin church today
Clap your hands we're havin church today
Lift your hands, to the man, don't be shy
We're havin church today

And ain't no such thing as a curfew
Cause when you're chillin on this vibe
Ain't nobody gonna hurt you
Relaxin, kickin and maxin
Strictly no packin, listenin to the sax, and
Takin time to the hole, is just another hobby troop
And plus I'm juiced, and Mike G is bringin barbecue
Sparin ribs
There it is, whoomp
Ain't no harm in movinU your arms
And feelin the groove
Bringin a ting-a-ling to your body. Move
And if ya can't
We're laying hands all over you
Close your eyes, and repeat after me
It ain't the power comin from pastor Snupe Lee
Phesto test
Your abilitys as you're an usher
Hush ya
Wit the silence of the spirits
Than rush ya
Wit your hand stand on the grand non-ficition
And hurry up so we can do the benediction

(Chorus)

Extra Prolific's havin church today
Souls of Mischief havin church today
Lift your hands, to the man, don't be shy
We're havin church today
Em, Casual's havin church today
Yes the Shamen's havin church today
Lift your hands, to the man, don't be shy
We're havin church today

We're havin church today, 'em
My man Del's havin church today
Lift your hands, to the man, don't be shy
We're havin church today
Oh, git out your seats havin church today, 'em
Yes we all havin church today
Lift your hands, to the man, don't be shy
We're havin church today

Oh, it's going down...
Hieroglyphics..
For tha nine four

Crooklyn Dodgers '95 | The Return Of The Crookyln Dodgers (1995)

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