| You try to get success directly
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| But there is one to destroy us
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| Sometimes the way is of need
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| Perhaps you may get ignorant
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| Do I gotta get ign’ant and show my pigment on the job
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| Slap the darkest part of my hand across jaws
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| These days and times with jobs hard to find
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| You gotta work a salt mine or work an assault 9
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| Most folks barely staying afloat through proper channels
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| And think the rich sit with black candles and slaughter mammals
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| And run the globe with mind control and designer sandals
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| But life’s a skinny bitch, it’s a struggle to get a handle
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| I’m about to just break bad, like Malcolm’s dad
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| Be Meth Boyardee with a lab and a yellow cab
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| So I can get my picket fenceand and yellow lab
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| That American Dream makes me wake up and scream
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| That consist of old money buying shiny new things
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| That I’m about to break as I’m creating a scene
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| You can use as an anthem for Kanye’s tantrums
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| Cause I’m about a thumb and a finger away from snapping, DAMN
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| You try to get success directly
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| But there is one to destroy us
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| Sometimes the way is of need
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| Perhaps you may get ignorant
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| I’m early e’ry day, never took a vacation
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| Through mandatory overtime I always stay patient
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| Through all the petty dramas I’m calmer than a sloth
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| But the shit don’t change like if Obama woulda lost
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| I done worked my ass about 2011 years
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| And I’m usually far from anything that heaven fears
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| But I’m feeling off-kilter. |
| I ain’t about to kill ya
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| But I am about to loosen up this filter. |
| Here’s you:
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| Jerking off to Halle Berry on the shitter
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| Then firing a nigga cause he’s checking on his Twitter
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| You mad cause nobody’s tagging you in all the pictures?
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| Well here’s a good one of you tagging your wife’s sister
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| Like THAT- See I been knowing ways to fight back
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| Vimeo of you saying you don’t like blacks
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| Clearly though, full HD and in stereo
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| Your network’s got holes, my dude, cheerio!
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| You try to get success directly
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| But there is one to destroy us
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| Sometimes the way is of need
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| Perhaps you may get ignorant
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| Look, success is just a thought but it can push us to the edge
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| Put it in our heads at an early age like the Pledge
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| Give our allegiance, while your at it give your souls
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| Won’t tell you til you’re grown that all that glitters ain’t gold
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| Love to watch 'em race, love to watch 'em chase dreams
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| So dirty there ain’t a cycle that you can make clean
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| Got the athletes juicing, singers getting naked
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| Rappers spending all they money before they even make it
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| Actors scared to age, shooting acid in their faces
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| Slaves to the ratings, every show is more tasteless
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| Faithless as angels cutting wings from their scapula
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| To trade it all in and be Dracula
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| Genocide in East Africa, but you watching Battlestar Gallactica
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| Filling up the data in the back of your digital camera
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| Taking glamorous shots of your mammaries
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| Surrounded by Vanity Fair magazine
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| And stuffed animals in the house your parents paid for
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| Built by hand on land people slaved for
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| Get ignorant, stay ignorant, in fact
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| Get belligerent-- If you feel my sentiment, attack
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| Keep kicking it, screaming for your sense of entitlement
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| Flip me off with the same hand you hold the Bible with
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| All that botox, every cream, every vitamin
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| Can’t cover up the ignorance that’s inside of you
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| I wouldn’t lie to you
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| It can’t cover up the ignorance that’s inside of you |