| I ain’t a freedom fighter
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| I’m a freedom writer
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| Doin' this shit in spite of
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| People’s opinions
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| They all minions
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| Be a mini Un
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| Put this Jigga to your gut, stab yourself son
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| Pardon my pun
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| Great in my own mind
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| I let the world find out on they own time
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| Ascend to my prime
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| Every step I climb
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| Throw they two cents in
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| Have a seat in line
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| I’m just speakin' mine
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| I tend to do that
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| Broads over there wanna stare like, «Who dat?»
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| Big brown nigga got tons of charm
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| Rapper Pooh in this bitch, better ring the alarm
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| I don’t mean no harm
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| Been deprived for years
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| Just look at LB as you see our peers
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| Won’t see no tears
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| Don’t cry for me
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| Got people out there that’ll ride for me
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| Church
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| So go off go on
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| LB back with a brand new joint
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| So fresh like a brand new morn
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| Play this everyday like a brand new song
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| It don’t start till we say, «Go»
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| And it don’t stop till we say so
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| We we don’t stop till we make mo'
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| All the ladies say «Ow» and the fellas say «Ho»
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| Ho ho ho ho ho
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| Phontigga get on the mic and I dispel what-
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| Ever lies you niggas would try to tell but
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| They can’t see Tay in his gangsta lean
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| I’m fresh off the scene like a nigga yell, «Cut»
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| Slidin' through your city
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| Checkin' out the pretty ladies
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| But they actin' all Raphael Saadiq/saditty
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| «What you mean girl? |
| You don’t even know me
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| You probably used to niggas spittin' that Bo Peep
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| Nursery rhyme shit can’t compare to this strong ass, grown ass man
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| Check out my goatee
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| You missed the best one
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| I’m off to the next one
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| So hard to say goodbye, word to Cochise
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| Me and Big Pooh comin' through on the chariot
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| Rollin' over y’all buffoon ass niggas
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| Cartoon ass niggas, y’all Hannah-Barbara/ians
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| Phonte, number one, rhyme animal candidate
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| And I’m out
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| So go off go on
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| LB back with a brand new joint
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| So fresh like a brand new morn
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| Play this everyday like a brand new song
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| It don’t start till we say, «Go»
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| And it don’t stop till we say so
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| We we don’t stop till we make mo'
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| All the ladies say «Ow» and the fellas say «Ho»
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| Ho ho ho ho ho |