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You try to get over your gonna go under |
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You try to get over your gonna go under |
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Literally it's 3030 |
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I don't got time to be wasting time on you slow pokes |
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I want y'all to, get open, like the ocean |
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Brothers be buggin like "He's from Oakland?" |
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What? I'll whoop you insinuatin we ain't capable |
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Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoe |
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A few out a thousand |
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My town is foundin fathers of the black panthers we provide answers |
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You don't wanna believe then y'all are some blind bastards |
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They got you set up real good you're generalizing |
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Industry rising while energies reclining |
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Niggas think I'm whinin but I really don't give a shit |
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Cause everybody's dyin but y'all think that's the end of it |
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Thats why it's so easy to be a Benedict |
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Or imitate cause they wouldn't teach ya algebra when you was eight |
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Now you fourty-eight and you hate children |
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Forgot where you came from now your straight illin |
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Don't fight the feelin |
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You better deal with it |
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It don't matter what you do or say |
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Try to get away but I'm gonna catch ya |
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Wanna compare your self to them |
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Well guess what homeboy you don't match up |
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I'm my own individual so I know it isn't true just cuz you say it is |
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Cuz anything thats truth got proof it ain't you |
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That's simply just the way it is |
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[Del: sing] |
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[Sean Lennon] |
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Lookin up the sky is red |
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City's burning up over head (flame on baby) |
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We can make the best of it |
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[Del:] (rock that) |
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In this post apocolypse (right on) |
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I'm on some real shit |
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So real brothers feel this |
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Cause we know reality is crazy |
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Thats why nothin amaze me |
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Look in the past |
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You might have to go farther then the book in your class |
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My niggas cookin some crack and moms gets the first hit |
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Thats ok with you? thats ok with me |
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I'm not here to judge the way you be |
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I got my own ccomplications the governmen't shoeless rations |
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Plantations is manlabor for 5 bucks for hourly intervels |
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I get a G for that |
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So believe what I spit to you is given back |
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Don't think that I'm livin that dream |
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When the I.R.S reposes most of your cream |
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It's like I dream when I die I wake up |
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I see all the people I disrespected and try to make up |
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It's praise to the creator, relate to nature |