| My friend, give me a minute here
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| You have no idea how to frame me
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| «Brother Ali is this, Brother Ali is that»
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| You ain’t been right yet
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| So ok I’ll do it myself
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| Ant, you got me?
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| Big Brother the beast I’m showing my teeth
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| Feel it all in the air it’s too potent to breathe
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| Explosive with the frees, got a heavy one I wrote up my sleeve
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| I could post up or go for the three
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| Versatile with it I’m grinding until I get it
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| Mindless of the defined limits or consequences
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| I defy critics I ain’t scientific
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| I find my intrinsic vibe and I ride with it
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| Vocals know nothing other than soul touching
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| So if they land in yours it’s just a home-coming
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| If they don’t go there they might perish
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| Land on deaf ears but die unembarassed
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| You don’t need to hear my race in the song
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| You hear the plane that I’m on
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| Your whole face change when I’m on
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| Your ears might help you see
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| Fuck hearing me I need you to feel like me
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| Daylight
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| Let the dark side slide right on out you
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| Don’t deny it announce it to the Daylight
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| Let it get inside of you cause you’re not alive
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| Until you open up your eyes
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| I never asked my brothers to put that crown on me
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| Now they want to frown on me, look down on me
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| Pardon me I don’t think I’m hurting anybody
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| Just because I took shahada but I’m cursing at the party
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| Ain’t showing I’m holy just showing the whole me
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| Ya’ll just pretend to be whatever your role be
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| Don’t get me wrong preist and Rabbi, Imam
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| But maybe that’s why the masses don’t respond
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| Can’t sit and nit pick but miss the big shit
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| Expect us not to see the contradictions
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| Want us to listen and join your religion
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| I ain’t got a pot to piss in who ya’ll kidding
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| I believe in the Qu’ran and all that’s within it
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| The concepts and all of the prophets that are mentioned
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| But I talk directly to God so if I’m sinning
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| Ya’ll ain’t got nothing to do with me repenting
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| If I’m an open book this is how I’m supposed to look
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| I got to show it all and don’t be shook
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| So they ask me if I’m black or white, I’m neither
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| Race is a made up thing I don’t believe in it
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| My genes tie me to those that despised me
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| Made a living killing the ones that inspired me
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| I ain’t just talking about singing and dancing
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| I was taught life and manhood by black men
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| So I’m a product of that understanding
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| And a small part of me feels like I am them
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| Does that make me a liar maybe
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| But I don’t want the white folks that praise me to think they can claim me
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| Cause you didn’t make me
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| You don’t appreciate what I know to be great yet you relate to me
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| And that frustrates me and what can I say
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| Cause I know that I benefit from something I hate
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| But make no mistake our connection ain’t fake
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| It’s never too late to clear off the slate
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| You follow my tape then you know What I’m about
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| If something comes up then it must come out |