| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Uh, been pulling up since back when Skype was via satellite
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| Complex apparatus, magic as to what the status like
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| Swear to God and we appear from the afterlife
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| Frantz Fanon, Aimé Césaire, turn up the Fahrenheit
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| I’m from the people the world fear and fetishize
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| plus the pain build enterprise
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| a standard could give the bigger price
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| Crickets when the burden fell on the field nigga’s life
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| More liquor, Newports,
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| just to get it right
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| Beauty world, acrylic tips resilient type
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| Gold-plated wrist turn your skin green, it’s kryptonite
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| No allies, it’s just us in the wilderness
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| Marijuana farmers profit, we suffer life sentences
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| Struggle through so much labor, just recovering my strength
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| To see the beauty despite the misery in this
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| Uh, I paint a picture vivid as Carrie Weem’s kitchen
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| , ultra supersede buildings
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| Trapped in your feelings, pen stroke, Pulitzer Prize winning
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| Prolific mind, thrillin', my mouth dry, the plot thickens
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| John Grisham, New York Times, and Kat Williams
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| Black as that rat tail Holmes snaggin'
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| This God-given high art Congo figures
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| bartendin'
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| The Clark Kent of this shit, Blackie repartees
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| Facts getting lit with just me and my cousin Ebony
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| Tragic storyteller was stern, scaled the symphonies
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| Sonata induced comas, paranoia, epiphanies
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| Uh, sometimes the weight of the world affect me terribly
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| Hard to get out of bed, Mama say I need therapy
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| Found peace on the continent, head crown the centerpiece
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| Every jewel heavy, I’m hunchback at Tiffany’s
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya
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| Kaya, Kaya |