| Banned from our damn so called country
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| No claim yall know the name
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| Some got the rest of the planet
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| To feel us damn it
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| Substance over style
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| Thats right we on exile
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| Them ol heads from strong i the velt
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| No love good lookin out
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| But damn sure felt
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| Hear me fear me appeared to
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| Dissapear
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| The sequel
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| Said keep pe from from the people
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| Stole ya soul keft the groove
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| On ya body black
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| Now you cant getcha mind back
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| Too dirty for the source power 30
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| Too clean for 30 year olds
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| Who wanna act sixteen
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| I beg ya pardon
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| We be live in other genres
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| While ya favorites just startin
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| We come back to do a soul check
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| Every once in a while like a sonic messiah
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| To find out these cats
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| Got this thing runnin wild
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| God bless the child
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| Im spittin in the wind
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| Till it knocks a tree down in the woods
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| (allah u akbar)
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| God is good
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| Either you stand for something
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| Or fall for anything
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| You can get all the money cars jewelry and things
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| And still have nothing
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| Lookin for love in all the wrong places
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| Between gettin high on the price tags
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| And smilin faces
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| Thinkin you need
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| Rings and things rims and timbs
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| That aint rap thats bein slaves again
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| Pretendin
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| Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be
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| As long as you aint f-a-k-e
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| Its a four letter word like fame
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| That fades and if you believe it
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| Your f-u-c-k- e-d
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| But how you sell soul to a
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| Souless people who sold their soul?
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| I guess we all got stole on
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| By some of the same cats
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| That sold ya soul out
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| Dj lord
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| Being that beat back |