WELL, WHAT I'M SAYING IS THAT THERE ARE KNOWN KNOWNS AND THAT THERE ARE KNOWN UNKNOWNS. BUT THERE ARE ALSO UNKNOWN UNKNOWNS; THINGS WE DON'T KNOW THAT WE DON'T KNOW.
I think it would be cool if someone made a remix of this song that started with the instrumentals of the full song, but then transitioned into the instrumentals of the Boondocks intro song for the first verse, then transitioned back into the instrumentals for the full version for the rest of the song.
[Verse 1: Asheru] I am the stone that the builder refused I am the visual, the inspiration That made lady sing the blues I'm the spark that makes your idea bright The same spark that lights the dark So that you can know your left from your right I am the ballot in ya box, The bullet in the gun The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come And I'mma remain a soldier till the war is won The streak that's in your drawers The sting of a hunger pain The one to call out your flaws The thing you don't wanna claim Pride and joy, ya baby boy Your inner child's toy Your saving grace, the winner of the race, the b-boy A new age scholar, with millennium mindstate Master of education, doctoral candidate No, that ain't analogy of me through rap That's a true that, and for real a brother really [Chorus] Judo flip, chop chop chop A judo flip, they say chop chop chop A judo flip But once you hear the capital A, rap it'll stay With you for a while, and it won't go away Judo flip, chop chop chop A judo flip, they say chop chop chop A judo flip But once you hear the capital A, rap it'll stay With you for a while, and it won't go away With you for a while Verse 2: Asheru] This is the tale of two cities: From to the hood to the woods Away from the nitty-gritty To the now we all good No more, corner to corner liquor store and check cashing Now it's wall to wall shopping mall to spend cash in Lush greenery, beautiful scenery A quiet environment, no sirens or machinery And seems to be, so peaceful and non-threatening But there goes the neighborhood, as soon as we get get settled in I guess it's true, the way the sayin' goes: You can change a wardrobe, but not the man under the clothes And you can, walk a mile in these inner-city shoes But you still won't understand my inner-city blues Give thanks, for the things that mean the most to me My family, and all my other people that are close to me From the curb to the burbs, the gutter to the butter I'mma tell you how it is, and tell you how we Judo Flip [Chorus] Judo flip, chop chop chop A judo flip, they say chop chop chop A judo flip But once you hear the capital A, rap it'll stay With you for a while, and it won't go away Judo flip, chop chop chop A judo flip, they say chop chop chop A judo flip But once you hear the capital A, rap it'll stay With you for a while, and it won't go away With you for a while With you for a while, and it won't go away Judo flip, chop chop chop A judo flip, they say chop chop chop A judo flip But once you hear the capital A, rap it'll stay With you for a while, and it won't go away Judo flip, chop chop chop A judo flip, they say chop chop chop A judo flip But once you hear the capital A, rap it'll stay With you for a while, and it won't go away With you for a while With you for a while, and it won't go away
Pale Reaper to me, the modern stuff sounds the same, always about cash, women, dick size and or a shopping list of shit the normal person can’t afford all wrapped up in see spot run rhyming
