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[Verse 1:]* |
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Until the lion learns to speak |
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The tales of hunting will be weak |
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My poetry hales with in the streets |
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My poetry fails to be discrete |
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It travels across the earth and seas |
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From Eritrea to the West Indies |
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It knows no boundaries |
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No cheese |
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It studied in parts of Greece |
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(Runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey) |
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I am sick as far as lyrics |
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And with this far as gimmicks |
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I spit par age and limit |
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The shit they talk in rapid |
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I am hip the hop as living |
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I skip the obvious woman |
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Don't get what I am presenting |
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No rims my mind spinning |
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(Runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey) |
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[Verse 2:] |
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I was born and raised in a place |
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Where torn of flame would place |
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Where the foreigners not embrace |
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Where they warn you jog and pace |
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Where loners low what they gaze |
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Where the corners slow at a chase |
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Where they tarts and turn in the maze |
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With the pistol upon your face |
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(Runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey) |
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So come with me to my longs |
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The death and deal we run |
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With passion see how I come |
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No cash I am free in the slums |
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The past can we overcome |
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I am asking we be the ones |
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To actually be the ones |
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To free our people from gun |
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(Hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey) |
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[Verse 3:] |
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I was born and raised in a place |
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Where torn of flame would place |
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Where the foreigners not embrace |
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Where they warn you jog and pace |
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Where loners low what they gaze |
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Where the corners slow at a chase |
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Where they tarts and turn in the maze |
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With the pistol upon your face |
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(Runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey) |
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So come with me to my longs |
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The death and deal we run |
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With passion see how I come |
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No cash I am free in the slums |
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The past can we overcome |
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I am asking we be the ones |
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To free our people from gun |
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(Hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey) |
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[Verse 4:] |
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Until the lion learns to speak |
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The tales of hunting will be weak |
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My poetry hales with in the streets |
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My poetry fails to be discrete |
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It travels across the earth and seas |
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From Somalia to the West Indies |
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It knows no boundaries |
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No cheese |
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It studied in parts of Greece |
|
(Hadii kale waxaan lahaa aheey) |
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Say I am sick as far as lyrics |
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And with this far as gimmicks |
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I spit par age and limit |
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The shit they talk in rapid |
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I am hip the hop as living |
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I skip the obvious woman |
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Don't get what I am presenting |
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No rims my mind spinning |
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(Runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey |
