| Ghettos, America. |
| U.S. to the izzay
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| Killa in the citywide sprizzay
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| Where there’s sunshine in the shizzade
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| Judge won’t pull him out the pen like a grenade
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| For acting out their fears like a charade
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| Til they blacking out their tears like it’s lights out
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| Bring em out the black like a lighthouse
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| And wave to em before they wiped out
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| Lifesaver, threw em, hope they catch it
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| But it’s so Titanic to be iced out
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| That’s just scratching the surface like Triple Axels
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| Want to roll around that Bentley like Crystal Castles
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| In addition to the chain
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| That’s just to take the attention from the pain
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| Or is it the mission of the man
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| Audubon Ballroom, Motel Lorraine
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| Now white people, you can’t say nigga
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| So I gotta take it back
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| Now black people, we’re not niggas
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| Cause God made us better than that
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| No break, all wake
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| Little mayhem for your All-State, nay ham, all steak
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| Get a good ball great like a golf grade
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| Make the ball break
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| Just one swing, no putting
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| That’s how I try 'n does things, always
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| Especially when your past is
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| Martin, Baldwin, Audubon Ballroom
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| Turn the glass ceiling to a glass floor
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| Make a trampoline out of trapdoor
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| On that gasoline when I was back poor
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| Loudly crafted out my dream underneath a tap floor
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| Backpack battle-cat underground rap lore
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| Anonymous but dominant -- what’s a Mac to a hacker?
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| In other words, we lyrical Zuckerbergs
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| Pimp you may move a mouse, but what’s a rat to a cat store
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| It’s like a gig to an app store
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| I rap Black history, you can only see my past if you fast forward
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| Now white people, you can’t say nigga
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| So I gotta take it back
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| Now black people, we’re not niggas
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| Cause God made us better than that
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| Black Panthers, black anthems, black blues
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| With black answers for black stanzas: Langston Hughes
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| Breaking rules, ain’t it cool?
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| Took it old, and made it new
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| Black painters, musical black anger
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| Black mothers, beautiful black anchors
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| So lets hear it for 'em! |
| Let’s hear it for 'em!
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| Lets hear it for 'em! |
| Lets hear it for 'em!
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| Black America! |
| Trap America!
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| '80s Babies! |
| Crack America!
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| Rap America! |
| Bad as Erykah!
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| From the era of family tearing up
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| But we just won big, can’t be undid
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| Form a whole culture in just one kid
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| Miami dope boys, Oakland militants
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| Harlem Renaissance it’s our deliverance
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| Now white people, you can’t say nigga
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| So I gotta take it back
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| Now black people, we’re not niggas
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| Cause God made us better than that |