| Young Mozart with more keys
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| Black sheep with a gang of wolves before me
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| They think we homies
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| But keep hearts and shoulders colder than Loki
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| I be no Thor, just bring 'em more of this halitosis
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| Got everybody asking is it hot in here?
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| I ain’t no polka dot man, I ain’t tryna find no spot in here
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| I ain’t no guinea pig
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| Just know that he drop hot lines that all in my linage
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| The process is linen the wrinkles definitive
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| So what all the hate for?
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| Her premise is primitive, her promise is tentative
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| Better pay attention, so polish the penmanship
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| I been late to mention the fact that it’s free
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| This is for all the niggas bastard as me
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| Food for your soul, Harold’s chicken
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| Statik Selektah battered the beat
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| Assault and battery on your mind, can’t see how this world be?
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| It won’t be to long before you need a battery pack
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| But I’m better than that
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| A freshman on varsity nigga where yo Letterman at?
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| Ginger ale on the rocks where yo gentleman at?
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| Boy my pinky in the air, I just crush a lot
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| I ain’t never been a playa
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| Niggas throwing shade they could holla at me later
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| You might catch a fade, give a fuck about a fader
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| And I do it for the love
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| Praying that my people get to see the one above show me love
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| And know that I’m speaking the truth
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| I never had no problem being transparent
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| Remember I was younger wishing that I had my friends parents
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| Back when they lied to us better, I’m on this water now
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| Funny how these other niggas thirsty but they watered down
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| They oughta drown, watching niggas run for the boat when the rain drops
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| How many lies can you tell yourself before the pain stops
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| Out here harvesting the same crop, woe is me
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| I’m out here Sewing seeds, blowing trees, writing all this poetry
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| Every freaking night peep the Jodeci
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| 'Till the people quoting me, or at least peep the potency
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| And profess a nigga artistry openly
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| Black sheep but I know you see the GOAT in me
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| What do you think can be done to change, to use your term, the moral fiber of
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| America?
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| I think that one has got to find some way of putting the present administration
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| of this country on the spot.
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| One has got to force, somehow, from Washington, a moral commitment,
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| not to the Negro people, but to the life of this country.
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| It doesn’t matter any longer, and I’m speaking for myself, for Jimmy Baldwin,
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| and I think I’m speaking for a great many other Negroes too.
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| It doesn’t matter any longer what you do to me; |
| you can put me in jail,
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| you can kill me.
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| By the time I was 17, you’d done everything that you could do to me.
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| The problem now is: how are you going to save yourselves? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Sheep , by - Mick Jenkins. Song from the album The Water (S), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп