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Dead Prez, stylized as dead prez, is a hip hop duo from the United States, composed of stic.man and M-1, formed in 1996 in New York City. They are known for their confrontational style, combined with socialist lyrics focused on both militant social justice and Pan-Africanism. The duo maintains an ethical stance against corporate control over the media, especially hip hop record labels.
In 1990, M-1 headed to Tallahassee to attend FAMU (Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University) where he and stic.man met and formed a relationship due to their mutual love of music and similar leftist political ideology. There, their views solidified, M-1 becoming particularly interested in the Black Panther Party.
M-1 joined the International People's Democratic Uhuru Movement in Chicago for three years, stic.man remained in Florida. Burned out by the arduous labor of Uhuru, M-1 and stic.man chose to focus on music. Brand Nubian's Lord Jamar discovered them in New York and signed them a deal with Loud Records. Although dead prez was not always Loud's top priority, they built a fan base due to their over-the-top performances (they've been known to ignite dollar bills and toss apples into the audiences, declaring that they must eat healthily).
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All right its goin' down like this right here
You push you pay
Know what I'm sayin'? Everythin' counts, the trips you pay double
Keep your back straight and count them out loud
Come on, come on
Fifty in the clip get big get big
Fifty in the clip get big get big
Fifty in the clip get big get big
On the palms
On the fingertips
On the wrists
On the fists
Fifty in the clip get big get big
Fifty in the clip get big get big
Fifty in the clip get big get big
On the palms
On the fingertips
On the wood
On the bricks
Jumpin ropes, doin' gigs, basic drills with the stick
Fifty push-ups in the clip on the fists and the wrists
Gettin' swollen on the block, liftin' weights at the gym
Take the kids to the park do some techniques with them
Throw that hood, work that cross, stick your moves, tap that jaw
Tiger claw, lion paw, iron pawn can't be solved
Life is hard on the block, put your heart on the spot
You gon' ride or your not?
Brawn first, get the drop
Pay me
That?s head crack boy
That fever got nottin' on that
Stay away from the corners
?N trace your burner, you heard me?
Gettin' big with the click, keep it tight like a fist
Everybody hit the deck nigga four, five, six
Add it up, hit the block, no search add it up
Skinny niggas gettin' guts, sisters too, get the needs of fight no girl Push-ups R.B.G's fifty-fifty let me see what you got
Nigga don?t just watch me do it with me
You can do it through your breath from your gut not your chest
Push ?em out make them count go all-out count them out nigga
Four, five, six, look at that boy
Go together just like red black and green boy
You lookin' at Fred, Huey, and George right there
Word up, time to pay up
Put your muscle where your mouth is, get big count them out
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