| They don’t want me to say something
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| Radio is scared I’mma get on and say something
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| They don’t want me to say something
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| Turn this mic off they don’t want me to say something
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| They don’t want me to say something
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| Radio is scared I’mma get on and say something
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| They don’t want me to say something
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| Turn this mic off…
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| Like Heaven and Hell is here or I meet with a god
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| Or George Bush is the devil or breathin' is hard
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| Shit
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| And death might be the greatest thing to happen
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| But I’m patient they don’t want me to say it
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| And radio just won’t play nothin' with a message
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| Cause the powers that be don’t want our people affected
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| They don’t want us inspired so they made Public Enemy private
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| They made Brand Nubian old
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| They took De La from the Soul
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| They took the soul from the music we own
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| Huh?
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| And you think it’s a coinkidink that ever year we losin' a singer
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| They don’t think we think
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| But we don’t, they right
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| I’m like a deaf composer, a blind playwright
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| They don’t want me to say something
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| If you holdin' a hammer than spray somethin'
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| Can I talk to y’all?
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| Better yet, can I walk with y’all?
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| Even better can I march with y’all?
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| Or can I just say something?
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| Huh
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| Can I talk to y’all?
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| Better yet, can I walk with y’all?
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| Even better can I march with y’all?
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| Or can I just say something?
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| Nah
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| Fuck it, I ain’t sayin' shit
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout the issues, the issues don’t exist
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| Ain’t no guns in the hood, education is the best
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| We brought coke over to sell, I ain’t upset
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| We get time for it, we sell it, we cook it
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| We hate hearin' speeches, we waitin' for the hook, right?
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| They don’t want me to say something in the booth like, «Should I say something?»
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| Nah, water it down
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| Put a beat on it
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| Don’t speak on it
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| Get T-Pain on it
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| Or Throw Some D’s on it
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| Or get Akon
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| I make songs for entertainment
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| But I keep tryin' to change shit
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| I come from a country where the thieves had to colonize
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| And upgrade the slaves to a 3/5th compromise
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| Wonder why the black man ain’t hole
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| The same reason rappers can’t go gold
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| Won’t nobody say nothin'
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| Can I talk to y’all?
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| Better yet, can I walk with y’all?
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| Even better can I march with y’all?
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| Or can I just say something?
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| Huh
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| Can I talk to y’all?
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| Better yet, can I walk with y’all?
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| Even better can I march with y’all?
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| Or can I just say something?
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| I talk to the teachers in the class they told me
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| 50% of the kids won’t pass like Kobe
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| But if they tell the principle, the outcome is minimal
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| You do the math and show me
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| «And what can you do about it Sha?
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| Give us computers? |
| Or come talk to us in the auditorium, straight borin' 'em?»
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| Little girls switch they hips often
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| Suckin' dicks off, singin' 'bout lip gloss
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| And little dudes throwin' sets up
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| And askin' me, «How can your rap words affect us?»
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| And I don’t even got an answer for 'em
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| Say somethin' on record, I can’t chance it on 'em
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| I gotta tell 'em «Keep doin' what ya doin'.»
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| I did it, I boosted, I copped it, I moved it, I’m stupid, I’m sorry
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| I know I’m driftin'
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| But I ain’t know if you was still listenin'
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| They said that I should, do poetry so they notice me
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| Get a chick to sing while I’m spittin', sorta like Floetry
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| «Conscious rap be annoyin' me.»
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| That’s what my man said
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| «I'm glad it’s damn dead.»
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| I used to fiend for a deal
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| I used to dream of Lauryn Hill
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| Cause she said somethin' that people wanted to hear
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| But she got sad and cut off all of her hair
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| And she had mine but no one elses ears
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| Was there when she would say shit
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| Let’s face it
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| Eminem never has to fuckin' hold his tongue
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| So I can speak on how we dyin', I’m the chosen one
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| Until these flows are done
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| Until this blood leaves from me I’m spittin' to these dummies
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| Not suppose to say it, it’s a secret
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| Like down low brothers that got wives they sleep with
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| And then hit clubs with thug dudes and creep quick
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| And then tell you they ain’t gay
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| Well hey hey hey
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| They call me «an asshole»
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| Matter of fact they won’t think that’s a metaphor
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| I take that back
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| I’m losin' my fans, but I won’t stop though
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| This is my plan, dawg I’m gettin' hot yo
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| All I wanna do is just simple bounce songs
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| If I say somethin' with Flex drop a bomb?
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| If I say somethin' with Flex drop a bomb?
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| Huh? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Say Something , by - Mickey Factz. Song from the album Rare Freestyles and Uneathered Works Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп