| Think about it, this picture
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| «How I’d love to throttle you»
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| A song and dance for the same old bit part
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| Total strangers ask me for a fight
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| Tired of your roles
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| It’s only half the picture
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| Censored like a funky mother
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| Trying to break a language barrier
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| With men that speak like I do
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| Another golden prospect floats by
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| Think about it, this picture
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| How they’d love to lynch you
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| Another tom with a chip on his shoulder
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| «This n****r's gone way too far»
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| Hollywood ruins another gem
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| Another myth in melanin
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| Think about it, this picture
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| Wait till they get their hands on you
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| A livid prick, dissing bitches
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| Gun-toting, jewelerized, foul-mouthed
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| Tired of your roles
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| It’s only half the picture
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| Censored like a funky mother
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| Trying to break a language barrier
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| With men that speak like I do
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| Another golden prospect floats by
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| Hollywood breaks another gem |