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Blue Scholars - North By Northwest lyrics
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 Live from occupied Duwamish territory
 Where Carlos Bulosan once lived to tell the story
 Of the brain, sweat, and glory of mic checks and men
 Who fight the destination we were destined to end
 Left the writing on the walls in the halls of the Nippon Kan
 Others transform, majority Decepticons
 But my conception of the Walkman's rotation,
 Is you live in the upper left you've got to have patience
 Cause ain't no urban radio stations about to play us
 Unless you sign the dotted and make your songs brainless
 While you waitin' for the mention in the pages of "The Stranger"
 You can find me in the basement makin' heaters for later
 And yes, we all need a little paper to strive
 But the monsters in your town will put a limp in your stride
 I exhibit all the time like I'm pimpin' your ride
 And we've been living in conditions we're tired of
Come on and rise up
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 Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
 And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
 We're broke, but not broken
 Cold, but not frozen
 Lost but not forgotten, we're kickin' the doors open
 Two Scholars rock fresh, North by Northwest
 And it's still no rest 'cause we're not finished yet
 We're broke, but not broken
 Cold, but not frozen
 Movin' in slow motion, it's that Northwest classic
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 Nine eight double-one eight, the alphabetically 2nd to last state
 Never finished in last place
 Like the Mariners for 3 years straight
 From prescriptions we administer the medicine
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 We exist between the gold and the green
 I paint the soul of the scene
 Under towers of power, dodging the over Over-fiend daily
 Causing bones to decay, they say is so far away
 Couldn't possibly make it, I seen modesty fade
 And awful lot of hate, but none of which was said to my face
 I confide inside, my son, but with a fire made of purple
 I'm a writer for the art, I keep it sharpened with rehearsal
 The worst is when they mark us to target a market that we're
 not even a part of
 If your CD's in Target it means you got distribution, but we still
 pushin' units
 With our own two homegrown since youth
Thought you knew
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 (verse)
 And they say desegregation was a big step forward
 But integration only covered up a rotten core
 The surface might've changed but the cauldron is still hot
 Now we more politically correct with less real talk
 They say we liberal but literally not
 When the cops bend us over while upholding the law
 Despite the sight of coffee shops on every single block
 Nearby its supply and demand for the rock
 It's two types of crack, one legal, one felonious
 The lumpenprole push keys like Thelonious
 The corporation pushing blood with the beans
 I heard people moving up here for the love of the green
 New homes, new stores, still a hood underneath
 No good how we chilling in the gut of the beast
 A national question, with no answer in the least
 It's no resting 'til the cancer meets defeat
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