| Yo, yo, African elephants move swiftly through your settlement
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| Moving the sediment with the age-old intelligence
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| Evident huALLAH Star is constellation
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| Causing migration to time and Earth’s population
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| Educated, gifted mind shine throughout the ignorance
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| Moving my ligaments with the Five-Percent sentiments
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| Child legitimate. |
| Portrait that is intimate
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| So now you’re hearing this. |
| Work ethic is style-diligent
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| Elegant. |
| Got more power than war presidents
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| Setting the precedent—gold chains, rings, we rocket it
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| Bottle, rocket at the cosmos ‘cause only God knows
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| Satan and his devils gave blows to kill Diallo
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| My bone marrow to the core is for the hip hop
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| Nonstop beauty of God within the jukebox
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| I be bought. |
| Slowly and swift, making your seat rock
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| Formed the CYNE. |
| Put it up, making your car stop
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| The consolation: degradation of the whole nation
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| The complication of thought had made the gods angry
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| Sacred stars from the galaxy can tell us all
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| We gotta get right, aight, before we all fall
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| Phony doctrines got us locked in the slave mind
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| I escape mine pen-battling—time for shine
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| My word is sacred; |
| Babylon is filled with hatred
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| They gave us crack, legalized gats in this Matrix
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| Labeled me «Bandit» ever since my feet landed
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| The rebel on the Trans-Atlantic—they can’t stand it
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| I fought laws, fled north for just cause
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| African elephants frightening—we light jaws
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| 41 shots to Diallo. |
| What the fuck?
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| Giuliani suck a veteran dick—now he stuck
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| Nation at war. |
| Buffalo soldiers gave more
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| Red blood to this bullshit land. |
| I wage war
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| Ain’t shit democratic. |
| Lies are systematic
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| They wanna see Latinos and blacks remain static
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| I bring havoc behind bars or not
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| Getting scars being free or leaving scars with shots
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| The consolation: degradation of the whole nation
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| The complication of thought had made the gods angry
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| Sacred stars from the galaxy can tell us all
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| We gotta get right, aight, before we all fall
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| Akin speak with Bobby Seale’s fist in the air
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| I’m tryna blow hope—with words, I’m bliss in the air
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| I’m on a ship with Marcus, tryin' to spark this like
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| «400 years of tears, but for what?»
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| We all stuck praying for luck and need a miracle
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| I got no religion—my God is ancient spiritual
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| Wisdom is lyrical now. |
| I respect that like
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| «Wisdom is lyrical now. |
| I respect that like…»
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| Stampeding your dreams, open your mind, making you fiend
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| For the wisdom. |
| Government systems wanting you silent
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| Open the violence against our own like we mindless
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| Instead of fighting each other, we need to be united
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| The social climate taking our start in fires
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| Tucking the wires. |
| Don’t go rest—we need to hire
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| A new messiah. |
| Telling truth, so no more liars
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| Selling us bullshit and we forced to go and buy it
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| The consolation: degradation of the whole nation
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| The complication of thought had made the gods angry
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| Sacred stars from the galaxy can tell us all
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| We gotta get right, aight, before we all fall |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song African Elephants , by - CYNE. Song from the album Time Being, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп