| In these so-called last days, I’m hanging life with its dirty hanger
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| With the hands of love while my words incite anger
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| It’s far from orthodox, yet I swore to God I’d plot
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| To move people close to the truth. |
| Then we could set up shop
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| When knowing everybody in my house is growing
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| I am the party people «slash» the lyrical poet
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| Throwing bows and a fist in the air here in America
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| I stand, the ghost of Bigger Thomas I am
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| Here to redeem hope, seen dreams float—fuck a steamboat
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| I paddle right up Shit’s Creek, ready to battle
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| Travel lands. |
| I’m seeking fans. |
| Truth is in the man
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| From the motherland and friends to far east Japan
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| People coming out the darkness, approaching the light
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| Like a younger, black Lois Lane, I’m close to the fight. |
| It’s like:
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| Reminisce of them days back in Africa
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| Bendin' rhyme boy, respect my habitat
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| I got love to spit on a hype track
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| Provided by Speck. |
| Cise Star, where’s your head at?
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| A wrinkle in time, watching movies made for the blind
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| Got me in a cage, one more page written in rhymes
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| Sparking a spliff. |
| Testaments written in hieroglyphs
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| Spreading apocalypse in my Prime—still a Optimus
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| Crumble Necropolis. |
| King ruling Metropolis
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| Walking my exodus effortless to the promised land
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| Serving the sands of time, high winds’ll change, soul
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| Raised with hope, fly by dark clouds of bane
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| Sipping elixirs, drinking my sorrow mixed with liquors
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| Fighting the system, bucking the ceiling hurting my feelings
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| Hitting my head against hardships, so words said against me
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| Better squeeze again, son, because you missed me
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| Uh
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| Yeah, people, we got to believe in one mind, one God, one future to see
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| Y’all feel? |
| We gonna make it with the power to be one mind, one God, one destiny
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| People, listen. |
| It’s like we got to believe in one mind, one God,
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| one future to see
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| Y’all feel? |
| We gonna make it with the power to be one mind, one God,
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| and one destiny
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| Believing in dreams. |
| See, now I’m envisioning things
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| In a new light, I move like a fish in the spring
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| Remain visible. |
| I chose to rhyme—it was feasible
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| You didn’t ride the labels again? |
| Yo, you pleasing who?
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| Not we. |
| Got these stars from another
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| Planet. |
| Who can’t understand it? |
| I let it hover
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| Above the city, searching for truth to reconcile committee
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| Like Bishop Tutu, CYNE. |
| I thought you knew who’s
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| Here to make surrender obligant and we foolproof
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| Ayyo, check it out. |
| We foolproof
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| I stand on top of buildings, talking to devils, refusing their beers
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| After fasting for forty bars, here to save the kids
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| Not in Jesus Christ, to a star, stay immaculate
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| My methods are Methodist while we banging on Baptist
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| A rap rapture, telling the slave master
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| «Let my people go before I cause a new disaster»
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| Out of the projects to the motherland. |
| Regardless
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| Of many hardships, me and my people gonna progress
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| People, it’s like we got to believe in one mind, one God, one future to see
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| Y’all feel? |
| We gonna make it with the power to be one mind, one God,
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| and one destiny
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| People, listen. |
| It’s like we got to believe in one mind, one God,
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| one future to see
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| Y’all feel? |
| We gonna make it with the power to be one mind, one God,
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| and one destiny |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Due Progress , by - CYNE. Song from the album Time Being, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп