| My advice, don’t stop rhymin', UPS not hirin'
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| And this ain’t the glory days, you can’t get consignment
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| It’s Top Ramen, it’s Boko Haram
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| It’s non-violence in Afrikaans
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| That’s three round burst firin'
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| It’s Miriam Mekeba openin' for Paul Simon
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| Rufaro stadium, pull up in the blue Renault
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| All the ministers have Mercedes, or the new Peugeot
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| That’s when you kinda know, it’s that kinda show
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| They the type, hit your blunt, just let the run go
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| I’d rather come through your front door (like so)
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| Shorty can’t eat no book, what I told Ta-Nehesi Coates
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| The room was thick with smoke
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| CD changer had a remote, remote battery low
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| I laugh, 'cause sadly you think it’s a joke
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| Told my children Western education is forbidden
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| Might as well sell what’s left of your Ritalin
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| No loose ends, took an acetylene torch to the filaments
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| Told my children Western education is forbidden
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| Might as well sell what’s left of your Ritalin
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| No loose ends, took an acetylene torch to the filaments
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| Lines like Aikman in '95, whole team high
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| Plot twist, told Leon, «Lett me drive»
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| Took my sweet time, the scenic route
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| The leaf, kaffir lime
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| Hit police with crisp hand signals, then the peace sign
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| Wood burnin', we don’t slice up this type of pie
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| Gears turnin', certain e’rything I learned in community college was a lie
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| Called him, the call’s comin' from inside
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| Farenheit was set in '99, but it wasn’t fire this time
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| The touch screen cold, glow, shine
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| Couldn’t read a book if I tried
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| A failure of imagination, they say the treatment outpatient
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| E’rything outdated the day it come out
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| Hurtlin' down, the ground racin'
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| Release and stand
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| Or I’ll let you flex
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| All these games are fruitless
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| You can take me, you can take me
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| But you’ll never take my name
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| You can take me, you can take me
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| But you’re just mining for my pain
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| Started light but they scarred and wifed
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| Oh freedom, oh freedom
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| The forceps or the grave
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| Oh freedom, oh freedom
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| Who’s watchin' anyway |