Artist: Paris f/ Dead Prez, Public Enemy
Song:   Freedom (The Last Cell Remix)


Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho (2x)

(Paris)
We come back to the days of - grenades up
Black fist raised up - we stay rough
Come this way cause - the game fucked
Can't stay away from - the main stuff

still bust when we ride, still game
still bust any time, fuck fame
still rhyme under pressure, still bangin'
still prime, niggas wetcha, still aimin'

Still put a fist in - the system
Still kill a killa cop, we still win
Still be the one to expose the beast (when it's)
Still un-American to be for peace (yeah)

Revenge is a dish best served with steel
If it's on then, lets get it on for real
Can't shut us up - cut us down - never regret
Fuck Bush, I'ma say it loud - raisin' a fist - we holla

(Chorus)
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho

(M1 - Dead Prez)
RBG'd up, yeah, ready to get freed up
Bangin' on the system, ready to turn the heat up
Malcolm X cocktail, ready to burn the streets up
Holla if ya hear me big homie, it's time to eat somthin'

Picture me rollin', me Paris and Chuck D'd up
Dickies and white tee'd up, throwin' them O.G.s love
Listen up, rule number 1 is no snitchin'
Switch up and you gon' have to eat a clip up 'till you hiccup

(Stic - Dead Prez)
My reality is poverty, police brutality
How I came into this revolutionary mentality
Comin' up in my hood, it's an everyday thang
Niggas is hungry and starvin' that's why niggas bang

The O.G.s put me up on the jewels of the game
Ain't no wins in the street if you comin' up lame
That's why I walk how I walk and I claim what I claim
Red, Black to the Green with a gangsta lean

(Chorus)
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho

(Public Enemy)
Get back, we put it back on the map
With Power, a panther return to growl
What I'm talkin', Guerrilla Funkin'
And now we back and I'm rappin' to back 'em off again

What I'm spittin' got 'em trippin' we rush the fakes
To keep us livin' I'll keep givin' 'em records to break
They'll never master me, they'll never master P
Why we blast, harass until we get a piece

Bring the noise, Public Enemy number 1
And P-Dog'll bust, in God we trust
A def jam without the Def Jam we rise
To rush injustice, brush lies aside

What ya need - self-sense and self-defense now
We got it - representin' we bail through the crowd
Be around and 'round, you can't ignore the sound
We still say feel the Prophets of Rage - Power to the people say

(Chorus)
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho

(Paris)
Rebels at it come again
That's why we conspire so you never win
Keep it calmer when we ride so you never seein'
Niggas aim between the eyes so you never mend

Field niggas in the front be the first to bust
GuerrillaFunk.com who you gon' trust?
With all this talk about the war they forgettin' us
Broke schools and abuse made the noose a must

Holla black - fuck a pig and these killers wars
Around the world every border it's the same story
Anywhere that it's color it ain't never peace
Africa, South America and Middle East

Move in packs bust back at these killa foes
Reach first make the heat spurts so he know
No blood for the rich - they been exposed
Now it's power to the people everywhere I go - and everybody's sayin..

(Chorus)
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
Yeah, my live niggas standin' in here, Yeah, my live niggas standin' over there
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
Yeah, my live niggas standin' in here, Yeah, my live niggas standin' over there




Artist: Paris
Album:  Guerilla Funk
Song:   It's Real

On the scene back again with the mothafuckin' grip
93 was the year P-Dog came rippin' shit
Bouncin' out the belly of the beast
And still the same nigga
That was hollerin': "Fuck peace!"
But check it out, it's the same old thing
Cause now the year's 94
And ain’t a damn thing changed
Niggaz still droppin' dead like flies
And i'm still lookin' for a way
To make us raise
I impose that I still hate the devil
(That's right!)
And I'm a mothafucka
That'll take your ass to the next level
Straight guerrilla in the mist to the end
(Yeah, and put it in the mix again!)
Yeah, now better listen why...

Yeah! Right back at you once again in 94...
P-Dog, righterous...
Back up in you with another mothafuckin' bomb...
And we kickin' the real...

So anyway I'ma do it this time
So you wanna hear
Specially designed for your mind and soldier's ear
Cause niggaz nowadays just shoot
[Gunshot]
And fuckin' with the crew
Will get your ass peeled like fruit
And everybody wanna be a Gee
The same sick house nigga mentality
Please, fuckin' with them fake fairytales
Nigga, i don't trip cause I still kicks the realiest shit
So please back on up, I'm lettin' off
Representin' Allah and I'm raw
Cause I'm god
So I hope you're listenin'
What I'm kickin’: It's real
(Yeah, I keep'em comin' with the shit you fear)
Yeah, you better check it why?

Yeah, fear no evil, fear no man...
Shouts goin' out to all those fake-ass wanna-be...gees...

Just break it on down...

Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill...the hill...
Paris, I saw you standin' strong again...again...

So I'm still comin' on with this
(Still comin' strong with shit)
Shit that'll make ya brain come up wake up
Regonize that it aint nothin' but a thang
To see a nigga lockdown, underground or in the sweep
And you aint never gonna take me out cause I...
(...roll up mothafuckas and i'll break you down to side!)
Yeah, so keep your eyes on this
Fuck what you heard
(And watch the devil get served!)

Yeah, so now you know...
Scarface records, Paris...
Still hittin' you with the righterous shit....
The funky shit...
In the name of Allah...
And it aint gonna never change....
It don't stop...
It don't never stop...
So back your devil-ass sob off me...
And let me get my field...
Power, yeah!

Paris, I'm hopin' goin' on the hill...the hill...
Paris, I saw you standin' strong again...again... (2x)

Yeah! Right back at you in 1994: P-Dog...
Guerrillas in the mist with the black fist...
And it ain’t never gonna change!



Artist: Paris
Album:  Guerilla Funk
Song:   Back in the Days
Typed by: OHHLA.com

Back in the day 1986
Me and Mad Mike puttin' records in the mix
Doin' party after party, high schools and jam
Back before the glock was king and brothas spoke like men
Makin' demo after demo tryin' to come up quick
It's funny how niggas treat you when you ain't got shit
But now I kept on cause pops told me
Never to let anybody in the way where I try to get
It was me and D.R. freakin' with the funk
Jerry in the jail, I had a system in the trunk
And it was on, Friday night the party's jumpin'
Summertime hits had the speakers straight bumpin'
And believe me even though we had no loot
Everybody knew that we was finst' to come up soon
I still remember them days
They was crazy but now they gone
It aint nothin' like it used to be before
Back in the days...

1990 fresh out of college
Public and the media settin' niggas up with knowledge
And I love it cause without them there would be no me
Took a trip down to Oakland
Heard the minister speak, felt deep
And shortly I was in
On while forever down for my people 'til the day that I die
That's when "Devil Made Me Do It," it was made
I still remember the days, still remember the rage
And I was into everyday building, trying to be much more
Took a trip down to Cuba, met Assata Shakur
Had dinner with Fidel, talked about old times
And now America's steady tryin' to destroy minds
And when I got back it seemed much clearer to me
And when my cousin went to war he was only 19
I still remember them days
They was crazy but now they gone
It aint nothin' like it used to be before
Back in the days...

1992 when I'm sour inside
Cause a couple homies passed away before their time
And even though I'm movin' unity
Schoolin' better than most and it aint the same
Cause I still feel pain and I'm tryin' to coup
And everyday's gettin' clearer to me
Cause if it aint guns and drugs, it's the pigs and HIV
And now I'm lookin' for a way to try to fight it back
But you see it's votin' time and now you wanna ban rap
Thought I was fucked playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's a middle finger off for all you
Tripped for a minute but before too long
A young brotha said: "Fuck it!" and a label was born
I still remember them days
They was crazy but now they gone
It aint nothin' like it used to be but yo
Now it's 94 and I'm servin' album number three
How many fake wanna-be Gees do I see?
Now we're back to days of the nigga and the bitch
No deposit, no return, it's a trip, I check my grip
And realize that it's all in your mind
Mothafuck you and that fake gangsta shit
I stays righterous and serv'em with the dope
Should a truth get a clue?
Monkey see, monkey do
Back in the days...


Artist: Paris
Album:  Guerrilla Funk
Song:   One Time Fo' Ya Mind

I'm sick of all the shit in 94 so now I'm capping
Fucking with them devils everytime I starts to rapping
Listen to the man cause the man is coming right
P-Dog is in the house until them brothers see the light
But now understand I aint concern with the bullshit
Cause I know the truth, I see their mothafucking hootprint
Got niggaz tripping of the violence and the 40 ounce
So I call my homies get my strap and go take forty out
That's the way I'm coming so you better tell a friend
Bitch, I aint your boy so respect me as a man
And niggaz understand that I'm down for whatever
We gotta make it better brothers gotta stick together...
Pay attention to the...

P-Dog
"One time for your mind: Scarface and I thought you knew..."

Pay attention to the...
P-Dog

Death with the record...Death with the record...(repeat twice)

Now house niggaz on the left wanna talk shit
Mothafucking devils on the right wanna dump a clip
Ever since I broke the grip of shame back in 89
I see tricks tripping all the time like I did a crime
Got me on the news cause they wanna hide the truth
But notice that I'm a soldier and I'm coming at the youth
Black guerrilla standing for my folks and I'm proud
This one's going out to the brothers locked down
Now as long as we keep playing by your rules
I'm leaving shit stains on your flag till I'm trought time
After time I bring them mothafucking facts
I'm coming pro-black, understand where I'm at
Take a listen to the...

P-Dog
"One time for your mind: Scarface and I thought you knew..."

Pay attention to the...
P-Dog

Death with the record...Death with the record...(repeat twice)

Never fucking with no dank, cut no drink
You can keep that shit for the next niggaz
Slanging with a weak rap, busta-ass bandwagon niggaz
Wanna be the new gangsta of the week on the street
But aint got a clue, damn, it's a trip
How them devil-ass labels put everything they got in that shit
But they never push anything real for the good of the community
It should be plain to see, fucking over you and me
So I stay true to the game cause it's on, praise to Allah
Running real for the cause, never underestimate my enemies
But trip on how they operate cause they wanna see me slip
As long as I'm living I keep giving you the facts
Bumping when I'm smuggling in the message in the rap
So pay attention now cause I'm about to catch a case
Them mothafucking snakes wanna nigga in his place
But I keep on saying...
P-Dog

"One time for your mind: Scarface and I thought you knew..."

Take a listen to the...
P-Dog

Death with the record...Death with the record...(repeat four times)