| Turn me up in the top a little bit dog
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| Little do you know, y’all gonna hear this one (The suns shinin')
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| Loud and clear, bright and early
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| Listen.
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| I don’t hate players, I don’t love the game
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| I’m the shot clock, way above the game
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| To be point blank with you motherfuck the game
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| I got all this work on me, I ain’t come for play
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| You can show the little shorties how you pump and fake
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| But dog, Not to def, I’m not impressed
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| I’m not amused, I’m not confused, I’m not to dude
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| I’m grown man business, and I am not in school
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| Put your hand down youngin’this is not for you
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| On my +J.O.+ with beats by Kan-ye yo My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
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| Style fresh, like I’m still a day old
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| And it’s been like that since the day yo On more time than a Roley, or Seiko
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| Step on deck, your neck do what I say so Get up or get out, get down or lay low
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| + (Sample)
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| (Let the sun shine)
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| Standing in the shadow of a fabulous man
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| Brooklyn nigga I am, Black Dante (Let the sunshine in)
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| That nigga, that dude
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| Black People, Lets Move (The suns shinin')
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| Shout out to my man Talib Kweli, yes
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| We on top-a top-a, shout-a shout-a
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| Check it out.
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| + (Sample)
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| Slim nigga that casts a big shadow
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| Cherokee red to shoot the long arrow
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| Got more skill, more aim, and more ammo
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| You can get it all from a big or small barrel
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| Like, hail Mary, full of grace
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| Niggaz come in and shoot up the place
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| And make you pull up your face
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| The deck, I’m a pull out the ace
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| From the jungles of the empire state
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| where it ain’t no escape, 247, 718
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| And thats like every night, every day
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| From the place that I settle and stay
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| To the states, I’m collecting my pay
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| Blast off then I’m back to the K Hold it down so my family straight
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| Represent in a family way
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| Pro ball not for amateur play
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| Been raw since the amateur stage
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| Before the press had the cameras raised
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| + (Sample)
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| (Let the sun shine)
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| Like a long time man of the way
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| You understanding me straight (Let the sunshine in)
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| Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
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| Its what it is, what it is And thats what it is, you see?(The suns shinin')
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| Ha, Fire.
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| 'Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper
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| Stronger reception and sharper picture
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| Revolve around God, and involve with niggaz
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| These elements I perform my scripture
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| And make Mos Def a classic modern figure
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| Brooklyn it don’t matter if you holler or whisper
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| Your coming through clan, 'cause I’m right here wit’cha
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| Ain’t gotta edit the slang, I got it, I’ll get ya Yo, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers
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| The lovers, the leavers, the doubters, believers
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| The stayers, the quitters, the bitches, the niggaz
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| Rebel guerrillas the ghetto civilians
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| Y’all 'gon feel it from the first to the millionth
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| It’s extra, ordinary and plain
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| I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game
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| By the time you get where I’m standing, I’ll be gone
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| Y’all make moves, but y’all just move on
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| + (Sample)
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| (Let the sun shine)
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| I move in, and y’all must move on
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| 'Cause I move to strong
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| And I know what my feet move for (Let the sunshine in)
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| Made it go without a brand new car
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| Made it fresh without a brand new song
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| And give a fuck about what brand you are (The suns shining')
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| I’m concerned what type of man you are
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| What your principles and standards are
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| You understand me y’all
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| Be good to your family y’all
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| No matter where your families are
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| 'Cause everybody needs family y’all
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| Raise a hand, you understand me y’all
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| Everybody needs family y’all
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| Be good to your families dog
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| Understand, no matter where your families are
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| Everybody needs family dog
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| Raise a hand, you understand me pa Thats what it is… thats my man
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| Family and my family Pencil Pete
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| My man too, all our loved ones behind the walls
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| All of those who still in the struggle
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| Masada Malia, Son Dial la, Magic Mel
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| (Let the sun shine)
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| Life is real
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| To all the real soldiers, black people (Let the sunshine in)
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| We family y’all (The suns shining')
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| Let it be bright. |