| Let me show you, the rhyme.
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| Excuse me — but, Lady Liberty needs glasses
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| And so does Mrs. Justice by her side
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| Both the broads are blind as bats, stumblin through — the system
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| Justice bumped into M’Tulu, trippin on Geronimo Pratt
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| But stepped right over Oliver and his crooked partner Ronnie
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| Justice stubbed her big toe on Mandela
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| And Liberty was misquoted by the Indians
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| Slavery was just a learning phase, forgotten without a verdict
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| While Justice is on a rampage
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| For endangered survivin black males
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| I mean really; |
| if anyone REALLY valued life
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| And cared about the masses
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| They’d take 'em both to Pen Optical
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| And get TWO pairs of glasses
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| Excuse me — but, Lady Liberty needs glasses
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| I’m kickin asses up and down New York City
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| It’s a pity
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| Brothers wanna be grimy and gritty to each other
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| What would your mother think, smotherin your brother?
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| I see you sink, into another level
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| Dancin with the devil
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| Turn up the bass, cause I’m player; |
| also a rhyme sayer
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| Kind of fly, layer after layer
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| Why. |
| cause I’m blessed |
| Cause I’ve progressed
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| I’ve learned my lessons
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| Class has always been in session, so you better take notes
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| And stop chokin on negativity |