mercenaries, slave traders, soul collectors
Send a promise of destruction to those who will not kneel
Derision of the upright ones; as fear devours all doubts »
Counterweight
Deaf to Our Prayers [Bonus DVD]
by Heaven Shall Burn
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forget, I know for shit's starting
From my way to LA, from JA to UK
I am who I am, I say what I say
I gots no time to love a slave trader
Cause according »
Ghetto We Love
Black Business
by Poor Righteous Teachers
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You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up
It's new, y'all living off of slave traders paper
But I'm a live though, yo I'm a live though
I'm »
Mr. Nigga
Black on Both Sides
by Mos Def
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cotton money
You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up
It's new, y'all livin off of slave traders paper
But I'm a live though, yo I'm a live »
Mr. Nigga
Black on Both Sides [Clean]
by Mos Def
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bright-colored robes in Zanzibar.
They've never even heard of Ska!
On a tour of limestone caves
Did we see where traders kept their slaves?
Was that how we »
Zanzibar
Stoneage Romeos
by Hoodoo Gurus
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and understanding.
Global famine pursuit of the hidden manner star spangled banner
slave traders and kidnappers.
We ain't just rappers
We changing some blacks »
We Dat Nice
The New World Order
by Poor Righteous Teachers
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No way to choose pain or desire
You're [misspellled as "Your're" in CD liner notes] a slave of hate
No way to escape
Repeating brainwashes »
Hate Trader
Freedom Bondage
by Zeni Geva
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thought I was a trader
Oh, that was how I met
That slave dealer's daughter
Her eyes were black her hair was raven
Her skin was soft and brown
Eighteen »
Slave Dealer's Daughter
New Miserable Experience [Deluxe Edition]
by Gin Blossoms
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I'll send them over the ocean foam
Right into those gentle European homes
The slave ship "Blessing" slipped from Liverpool
Over the waves the Royal »
Red Cotton
Secret, Profane & Sugarcane
by Elvis Costello
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Social weapons that miss
pretend them to save
cowards bastards to shame
condemned social slaves
here to save the freaks again you »
Social Enemies
Candyass
by Orgy
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the riverside
There was cloth to dye and hose to buy
The traders came from miles around
And they raised a glass to the dear green place
The place that was »
Dear Green Place
Out of the Ashes
by Lack of Limits
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with him, made me a hustler
Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects
Revolutionaries, who ain't open up they eyes yet
Life of a slave, ain't no »
Who Gonna Die Next?
Hell Razah: Digital Dope Music Dosage One
by Hell Razah
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