| Somebody told me that Delta’s brownskinned, AKAs’lightskinned
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| And they supposed to be bougious, so they got white friends
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| First day of school, I’mma take you sight seein'
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| Show you what we do on weekends for a sight, man
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| She said, «I know what you about to say, like your hypeman»
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| She let a nigga hit it, and now she only date white men
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| And if a nigga even wave at her, it’s frightnin’but
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| («Make It Up») We can make it better
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| (Better we can)
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| («Make It Up») We can make it better
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| (Better we can make it on up, we can)
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| («Make It Up») We can make it better
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| (Better we can)
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| («Make It Up») We can make it The night fallin’over Brooklyn, where they murder for change
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| The converter remains faithful to the drugdealer priestess
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| He in search of the word of fame, you heard of the name
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| Kweli the truth, like I’m comin’out the mouth of (?)
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| One for it, one for out the grave
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| Niggaz want they reperations, How you calculate the amount to be paid
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| You try to imagine America without the slaves (the slaves)
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| Her tenament yo, is rat infested
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| Her heart is like a gold (?) cause she wouldn’t protest it Cause, her bestfriend’s man got popped
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| He was sixteen years old, the cop thought his phone was a glock
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| In the hood is a everday happenin'
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| A friend of the priest say she chose out the captain
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| She yelled out «Why you do this to black men?»
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| I think of eighty seven ways, to make better days
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| Whether climb or rhyme, I heard of rebel pays
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| On the scene, tryin’to get green like everglades
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| Music, rhymin’good like escalates
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| In the ghetto infested by shade and drama
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| And niggaz wit’thangs ain’t afraid of karma
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| I’m thinkin’big like Little Wayne in the (?)
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| C’mon; |
| Tell people the truth, but never give 'em ya true thoughts
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| Terrorism on blacks, they poison our Newports
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| Partiot Act in effect, make it hard to breathe now
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| Johnny Cochran dead, who gonna get us free now?
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| Clinton ain’t in office, who gon’give us shit free now?
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| Who gon’make it better for the thugs and Ps now?
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| Who gon’make it good for old folks that’s senile?
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| Oh, it’s good music, yeah dog I see now |