| Mm-hmm
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| Uncle Usi taught me
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| Can’t teach what you don’t know
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| Can’t lead where you don’t go
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| Can’t reap what you don’t sow
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| Can’t fool the people no more
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| You know me I’m a globe traveler, soul ambassador
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| Reporting live from the world wide massacre
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| No mask for the truth that animates me
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| See it and I speak it wherever it takes me
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| I’m in the Republic of Iran at a conference
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| Talkin' 'bout the cops and their nonsense
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| And how they like to hunt black folk with no conscience
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| And how they want to preach human rights, its preposterous
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| Request from the audience spit that Uncle Sam Goddamn
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| Drawing out the round of applauses
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| I was rocking a capella before this
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| Because I know that rapping in Iran is lawless
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| Ahh sh-- you know me though anything for the people
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| The clapping kind of tapped in to my fat rapper ego
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| I fell into the trap plugged in my Mac and let the beat go
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| Didn’t think that nobody would hear though, here we go
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| Can’t teach what you don’t know
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| Can’t lead where you don’t go
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| Can’t reap what you don’t sow
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| Can’t fool the people no more
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| Oh, here he go
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| Can’t teach what you don’t know
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| Can’t lead where you don’t go
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| Can’t reap what you don’t sow
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| Can’t fool the people no more
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| This is how it go
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| Friday we greet each other at the mosque
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| But here there’s only one and the government preacher talks
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| Which struck me as odd but nothing could prepare me for
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| A big ass mob chanting «Death to America»
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| It felt like somebody talking 'bout my mama, wait
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| It’s all real but I’ma still feel some type of way
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| You mean the system and I’m with you on that
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| But you got to be more specific than that
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| You ain’t talkin' 'bout the families getting whipped in the back
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| I’m trippin' cause I’ve never felt defensive like that
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| Okay so meanwhile footage of me spitting these raps
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| Is playing on every TV station they have
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| They jail people for that
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| The local rappers all start clapping back
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| Death threats all in my social media apps, hm
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| I started lookin' at the people that brought me here
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| Like, «what the hell y’all got me on man I’m out of here»
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| Can’t teach what you don’t know
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| Can’t lead where you don’t go
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| Can’t reap what you don’t sow
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| Can’t fool the people no more
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| Oh, here y’all go
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| Can’t teach what you don’t know
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| Can’t lead where you don’t go
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| Can’t reap what you don’t sow
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| Can’t fool the people no more
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| This is how it go
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| This that international gang banging and
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| My homeland hit Iran with the sanctions
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| And my credit cards and telephone ain’t happening
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| But I can’t imagine a better land to be stranded in
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| Almost everyone that see me coming
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| Want to take me home and they trying to feed me something
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| But I took the last forty dollars that I had
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| And headed to the airport in a cab and there I sat
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| Starving cause there’s only one flight a day
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| I can’t even buy a ticket tryna find a way
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| Somebody seen me on TV and recognized my face
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| And let me write an email to my wife in the states
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| I’m in the airport three days, wondering if I’m even safe
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| Finally got a seat on the plane
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| Now imagine my exhausted embarrassment
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| Got back to America they interrogate me like a terrorist
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| Really?
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| Can’t teach what you don’t know
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| Can’t lead where you don’t go
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| Can’t reap what you don’t sow
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| Can’t fool the people no more
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| Watch where you go
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| Can’t teach what you don’t know
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| Can’t lead where you don’t go
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| Can’t reap what you don’t sow
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| Can’t fool the people no more |