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Wake up in a magic nigger movie |
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With the bright lights pointed at me as a metaphor |
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Teachin' folks the score |
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About patience, understanding, agape babe |
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And sweet, sweet amour |
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When I realized where |
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I wasDid I stand up and testify, oh, fist up signify |
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Or did I show off my soft shoe |
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Maybe teach 'em a boogaloo |
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Busy playing the whore |
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Oh, loiterers united, indivisible by shame |
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Hungry for those diamonds |
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Served on little severed bloody brown hands |
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Oh, the bling drips, oh, the bling drips down |
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Fallin' down just like rain |
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I don't wanna cast pearls to swine, |
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I don't wanna march peacefully |
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, new |
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Negro politician |
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Is stirring, is stirring, is stirring inside me |
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No there's nothing inside me, but an angry heart beat |
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Can you feel this heart beat? |
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Oh, fear we're fallin' off, oh, terror we're pained |
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Oh, hunger we're starvin' off roasted vermin sustain |
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This shit will have to sustain |
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Shootin' doves from off balconies, they wanna shackle the lame |
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By now you know their game |
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Little Nina arose |
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Went to stand by her pay phone |
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Waited for her caller to ring, said |
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Ask me anything |
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I just asked for her |
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I just asked for her say so |
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And with permission |
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I'm gonna take liberty |
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And I'm tellin' you to take it too' |
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Cause it's right there in front of you |
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Hey, desperate youth |
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Oh, blood thirsty babes |
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Oh, your guns are pointed |
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Your guns are pointed the wrong way |
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Your guns are pointed the wrong way |
