Artist: MC Duke Album: Organised Ryhme Song: Gotta Get Your Own Typed by: Matt Jost [ VERSE 1: MC Duke ] Wake up, see the light, it's time to get it right Mind is might, I recite all your plight Hype to the bone when I'm in the zone ( ? ) not a clone but all my own Rhyme with reason, I don't do treason Feathers'll fly cause it's duck season I'm righteous right down to my molecule If you need a fire, right here's the fuel You'll be protected, bad ones selected If injected, bodybag collect it You shoulda checked it, now I wrecked it A lucky Medusa, your face I deflected See, the way that you say it is Is not for real or the way it is So remember what I'm sayin when you're rollin, homes (Get up...) You gots to get your own (Got to get your own Cause they sho' ain't gon' give you none) --> Reuben Wilson [ VERSE 2: MC Duke ] I read the - history books but history looks Like corruption, crooks and Captain Cook The hook's in my back, lyin on a rack But my history started way before that Pyramids were built but you show no guilt You're still puttin your blade right to the hilt Twist and turn as you earn And I yearned for all the lessons that I've learned To be, on my race, just in case I don't live my life in feathers or lace Place level, go to your own devil Here comes the scream from a rebel Get shoveled? Never, I'm far too clever However, you see me standin up on my lever So remember what I'm sayin when you're rollin, homes (Get up...) You gots to get your own [ VERSE 3: MC Duke ] No disprespect to a man of a different shade But my brain has made the grade Paid the big price and now I'm nice I heard all the stories but they don't suffice Ice is the look as I read your books And I'm thinkin of all the liberties took You shook my world, took the girls and the pearls Kings, queens, princes, earls ( ? ) While the people in the villages are dyin of colds No food to eat - but a funky beat And food for thought keeps the mind sweet Completin my mission and my decision Is one of unity and not division But remember what I'm sayin when you're rollin, homes (Get up...) You gots to get your own [ VERSE 4: MC Duke ] They take, you take, I make, we break No it's not a fake and it ain't a plague ( ? ) I'm gonna ( ? ) right to the fast lane Change your mind, then it's all in a rhyme This bum been prime and it's the end of the line Time to think right, get your mind on hype Cause the fruits of knowledge are always ripe See what you see but please don't be Another mesmerised by a colour TV D is the name, Leader 1 to the side To step-kick while I rock and rhyme Hope all the lessons that I teach are heard If ya heard, then shout out 'Word' (Wooord) Alright, the momentum swings And I keep on rockin but I'll never sing Things, words, rhymes, conversation Contemplation, compensation Give it back, you better leave it alone (Get up...) You gots to get your own