| The moment we started
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| The world was a fortress
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| There were walls to keep us sitting in our place
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| We were all artists
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| We painted the brightest
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| Our creativity is larger than time and space
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| The generation of the — let’s go, let’s go —
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| We’ll conquer everything under the stars
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| No hesitation when we — echo, echo —
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| And everybody knows just who we are
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| (I rock Chanel, nigga)
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| When I was 17 I had dreams like a king
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| Coming to America but I was just a jerkoff
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| N.E.R.D. |
| hell yeah I had my shirt off
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| Oreo-minded I talked to the white bitches
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| I used to rock Vans, Shea rocked the white sixes
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| Multi-color fans, we painted the bright pictures
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| Put the pieces together in that bitch like Lego
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| Champion sound, now watch them echo
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| Like my next bro, I remember his dad
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| Walking in saying this is my son Cris Cab
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| Cuban loves reggae, does this match?
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| Closing his eyes playing — I’m like, «This bad.»
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| He got my DNA though it’s my first time seeing him
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| «Welcome to I Am Other!» |
| that’s how I greeted him
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| The new breed, like colorful new weed
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| We planted them seeds now we got them new leaves
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| (I don’t smoke though)
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| The generation of the — let’s go, let’s go —
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| We’ll conquer everything under the stars
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| No hesitation when we — echo, echo —
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| And everybody knows just who we are |