| Now is the time…
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| C’mon y’all
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| Stand tall, live your life to the limit
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| Cause haterism seem like a fucking epidemic
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| And look at Ice Cube, I ain’t no gimmick
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| I’m straight from the hood, I got to represent it
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| Now — every day I think about my color
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| And all the crazy shit we do to one another
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| I ain’t your blood brother, but I’m your cuz brother
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| Let’s take it back to the love and how it was brother
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| If not, we gon' pull these triggers
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| Show the world we deserve to be called niggas
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| I make a fuck-up, like Don Imus
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| Bow on his knees, and call me yo' highness
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| You can too, you got the power to
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| Don’t let this motherfuckin system devour you
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| I won’t pretend, or act like I’m knowin you
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| But check it out I understand what you goin through
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| But remember, brothers and sisters
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| You can still stand tall
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| Just be thankful…
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| For what you got
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| I know what y’all motherfuckers thinking, heh heh
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| Here comes another rapper with a song about hope
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| All you wanna hear is a song about dope
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| And how a nigga got mo' money than the Pope
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| But he’ll never tell you when he drop the soap
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| No~! |
| Ice Cube is here to drop you a note
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| Cause some of our folk used to hang from ropes
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| And some of our people used to hang from trees
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| Now the only thing hangin muh’fucker is DEEZ
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| So, get your mind right, and I’mma rhyme right
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| Fuck the limelight, and a blind dyke
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| I’m the sunlight, too bright to look
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| When it’s all said and done I should write the book
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| You too cool for school, too old to know?
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| Get your ass off the grassroots and let 'em grow
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| I understand, it ain’t no love lost
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| But little kids, it ain’t no Santa Claus
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| Yeah, f’real
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| I was born in the mud but I came out clean
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| That’s 'til the government tried to intervene
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| Tried to lock me up when I was only 19
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| Don’t never ever ever let 'em kill your dream
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| I make shit raw that piss off the law
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| If you want some fake shit turn this off
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| If you want some realness I know you can feel this
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| Maybe we can heal this just like an illness
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| Black on black, I got’cho back
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| People don’t think that we know how to act
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| Just because our neighborhood is filled with crack
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| And the CIA, won’t take it back
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| Never on top, always on the bottom
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| Never put your trust in Hillary Rodham
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| Cause I can tell you now it’s gon' turn out rotten
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| Keep on pushin, get 'em 'til we got 'em
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| Stand up, f’real…
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| Raise your hand if you sick of this bullshit
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| Heh, in the belly of the evil empire |