| Yeah, yeah
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| We here man
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| We gon always be here
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| We built this city
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| Step by step, brick by brick
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| We paved this greatness since way back
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| The original black broadway
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| That stayed packed
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| With the masses of people
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| That love the way that
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| We march to the beat of our own drum
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| Or one-on-one that answered to no one?
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| In a city where people come
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| Only to get a piece ??? |
| at best
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| The Egypt of the west
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| Where the haves and have-nots share hotspots like wifi
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| But in hi-fi, this home of the brave, land of the free
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| Spread across a ten mile radius
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| My diamond district family
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| Can’t you hear the drums in the distance?
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| The city got a heart beat
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| Calling people from far and wide
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| Long lines of deep pockets
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| We cornered the market when it comes to the hustle
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| Where King dared to dream
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| Like the million men who stood on their square
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| And dared to be great
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| But make no mistake
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| All that fly shit comes at a cost
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| We cash in at first offers, while pilgrims spilled their ??
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| But in the new movement
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| They call city improvement
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| Putting curfews on our show dates
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| No state hood rights
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| We live in the police state
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| It’s the push and pull that allows us to be great
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| To look this crooked system right in the eyes and still see straight
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| The victory’s just ahead, ain’t no way we can turn back now
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| Its time to round up your troops and lace up your boots
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| Let us show you how
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| Then put your best foot forward
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| And March On
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| March on Washington
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| March On
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| March on Washington, march on… |