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Lyrics: 
 Hey (x4)
 
 
  We are the creamy spies
  The cream always rises up
  We all got sequel
  The Man's game has peaked
  We are sun moon and star
  We all got pieces
  It's nation tarnation time
  Ready to put in work
  We got mad peoples
  Your double dealin' is scoped
  Your tongue is forked we know
  We ghetto level
  Hey
  We can make life better
  Together
  Not divided
  Universal ori-gi-nal, creamy
  The man ain't shit
  What's happenin'
 
 
  Check it out
  In the year of '89 I stole back my black mind
  Found peace up in the east I shine
  One time blind I refined, then over time
  I realized the creamy spy gots to climb
  Find the spot in this land of uncle sam
  Focus my thoughts and be that true black man that I am
  I stand in the face of oppression
  With my sisters and my brothers no slippin' no half steppin'
  The five percent nation is my representation
  I wear Timberlands study in Timbuktu
  Won't rest until they free our brother Mumia-Abu
  Now can you feel it (huh) nothing can save ya
  For this is the season of our self saviour
  (?) is younger than guerillas
  Sparks the revolution black tactics, whatever
 
 
  We see what's happenin'
  We might start bustin'
  We'll spell it out for you
  If you talk it live it
  Let's get creamy
  Really creamy
  Uptown
  With pleasure
  Wussup
 
 
  I cannot answer for my damages due to layin soul type sentences
  I prepare time for and sisters fought passage in the tactic front style
  Warfare for the projects
  I live
  A series of niggas atop a target
  Watch out with preset we swift to light strike
  In an aerial form we closin'
  Select territorial aim let's be out
  On an onslaught
  We plague you
  Cannot get took
  Even for the suckers we light up it's good lookin'
  Out even could get takin out I die fightin'
  Subtract the devils that get smoked
 
 
  Heeeeeey, funkay (x4)
  We're people, black people
  Steal your mind back
  Don't die in their wilderness
  Fuck that
  For CMB dogs in L.A.
  New York project hallways
  Let's point our heaters the other way
  Creamay
 
 
  Just like that, a C-Know is the sun of all man
  Type good, be a real fighter super fro
  Bust it
  The beast may wanna war in the summer
  Thus, I brought my camouflage playin' corners
  (?) why they pimp hip hop
  I strategize my joints you know it don't stop
  And it don't pop son it's p'jects bound together
  The beats in concrete when I'm creamin' with my stiletto
  Got 16 for the imperial fascists
  Long beach brothers and honeys we's bouts to set it
  Domino theory cause they stalled our flow
  Collectin' pitchforks 'till they free Geronimo
  While you blaze up I stay my fist raised up
  While you bet, I represent
  What
  Uptown downtown across like wherever
  Meet me in the Crook and we could piece it all together
 
 
  Hey super funky
  Super black and superb
  Hey super super fine
  Hey super funky 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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