| I am everything, and I am anything
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| I am the ying, the yang, the alpha, the omega
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| I am the oppressed, and the reparations Afro que nada
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| I am black and brown and the nation of 'Islam and Isl’am at the same f***in time
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| Let’s talk about the under-represented mis-educated mixed folk that make
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| something like me
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| I just want you to see that we know how to breathe
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| Darlin' baby
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| Yeah, look
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| What you admirin' been provided by the school of enlightenment Mayan pyramids,
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| and
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| I’m-a mix the enchiladas and fried chicken
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| Dashikis and Pendleton’s penitentiary penmanship
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| Hieroglyphics written on the side of bridges
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| Crips and cryptic so the pigs miss it
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| On the fence written for you on the fence niggas
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| Stereo tight fittin' why you get offended niggas
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| Big lips don’t forget about the size my dick is
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| Tongue slick like chicano veteranos givin' kids wisdom
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| Star stickies till they hardly bended
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| Put a part up in my wig when you finish clippin'
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| Coca cola bottle resemblin' women cookin' caldo in the kitchen
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| In the same pot my moms cooked the grits in, chillin'
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| This is the sound of three flowers in the nappy heads of mixed children, nigga
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| All the search for somethin' to eat
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| We’ll make it work by any means
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| Well I put tune to this feat
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| Black beans
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| All the search for somethin' to eat
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| We’ll make it work by any means
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| Well I put tune to this feat
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| Black beans
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| Hallelujah papa took the
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| My pop was a writer my mama never knew it
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| Your little hustle probably it
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| My mama was a gospel music connoisseur
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| Pops played the oldies so it’s only right I do this
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| Simply I’m a product of uncommon reproducin'
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| Blacks and Mexicanos wasn’t really on no cool shit
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| It’s probably why I see all obstacles and don’t get moved a bit
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| Seen it all at 18 with a bullet
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| 80s baby out the womb with a full clip
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| Pity the fool talkin' guns for the cool of it
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| Cops on the loose killin' teens, who do you defend?
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| The system been overdue for a crucial fix
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| Rebuke Lucifer, kneel and kiss the crucifix
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| Start a movement that will spark a revolution
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| Before you do you better love the skin you maneuver in
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| All the search for somethin' to eat
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| We’ll make it work by any means
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| Well I put tune to this feat
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| Black beans
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| All the search for somethin' to eat
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| We’ll make it work by any means
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| Well I put tune to this feat
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| Black beans
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| All the search for somethin' to eat
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| We’ll make it work by any means
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| Well I put tune to this feat
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| Black beans
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| We are socibili in the flesh
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| Attate in flower and song
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| The drumbeat of the ancestors sounds inside of us
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| Cosmic cultura marathoning through our veins
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| We are altars dressed in stars and struggle
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| Marigolds slow-dancing to the brevity of life
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| These stories of survival we spit are sacred
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| They travel upon the winds like copal
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| This skin, these earth tone bodies we inscribe with ink are codices
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| Temples decorated with origin stories and lessons learned
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| These ranflas we roll slow and low are metaphors for resistance
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| Audacious aesthetics for burning the status quo
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| We are rasquachismo, race-ists, and familia
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| The fire of warriors burns in our blood
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| The strength of our mothers woven into our bones
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| You cannot colonize that which refuses to surrender
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| You cannot kill that which refuses to die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Beans , by - Choosey & ExileSong from the album Black Beans, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп