| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye
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| Ni kêra môgô
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni
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| Ni kêra môgô
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| Some of the smartest dummies
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| Can’t read the language of Egyptian mummies
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| An' a flag on a moon
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| And can’t find food for the starving tummies
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| Pay no mind to the youths
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| Cause it’s not like the future depends on it
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| But save the animals in the zoo
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| Cause the chimpanzee dem a make big money
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| This is how the media pillages
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| On the TV the picture is
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| Savages in villages
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| And the scientist still can’t explain the pyramids, huh
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| Evangelists making a living on the videos of ribs of the little kids
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| Stereotyping the image of the images
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| And this is what the image is
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| You buy a khaki pants
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| And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
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| An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones
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| Some of the worst paparazzis I’ve ever seen and I ever known
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| Put the worst on display so the world can see
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| And that’s all they will ever show
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| So the ones in the West
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| Will never move East
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| And feel like they could be at home
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| Dem get tricked by the beast
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| But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?
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| Solomonic linage whe dem still can’t defeat and them coulda never clone
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| My spiritual DNA that print in my soul and I will forever Own Lord
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye
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| Ni kêra môgô
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni
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| Ni kêra môgô
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| Huh, we born not knowing, are we born knowing all?
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| We growing wiser, are we just growing tall?
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| Can you read thoughts? |
| can you read palms?
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| Huh, can you predict the future? |
| can you see storms, coming?
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| The Earth was flat if you went too far you would fall off
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| Now the Earth is round
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| If the shape change again everybody woulda start laugh
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| The average man can’t prove of most of the things
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| That he chooses to speak of
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| And still won’t research and find out
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| The root of the truth that you seek of
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| Scholars teach in Universities and claim that they’re smart and cunning
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| Tell them find a cure when we sneeze
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| And that’s when their nose start running
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| And the rich get stitched up, when we get cut
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| Man a heal dem broken bones in the bush with the wet mud
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| Can you read signs? |
| can you read stars?
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| Can you make peace? |
| can you fight war?
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| Can you milk cows, even though you drive cars? |
| huh
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| Can you survive? |
| Against all odds, now?
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye
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| Ni kêra môgô
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkontê
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| Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kagni
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| Ni kêra môgô
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| Who wrote the Bible? |
| Who wrote the Qur’an?
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| And was it a lightning storm
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| That gave birth to the Earth
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| And then dinosaurs were born? |
| damn
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| Who made up words? |
| Who made up numbers?
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| And what kind of spell is mankind under?
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| Everything on the planet we preserve and can it
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| Microwaved it and try it
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| No matter what we’ll survive it
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| What’s hue? |
| What’s man? |
| What’s human?
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| Anything along the land we consuming
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| Eatin', deletin', ruin
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| Trying to get paper
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| Gotta have land, gotta have acres
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| So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson
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| Watch niggas play the game like the Lakers
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| In a world full of 52 fakers
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| Gypsies, seances, mystical prayers
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| You superstitious? |
| throw salt over your shoulders
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| Make a wish for the day cuz
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| Like somebody got a doll of me
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| Stickin' needles in my arteries
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| But I can’t feel it
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| Sometimes it’s like 'part of me, but I got a real big spirit'
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| I’m fearless… I’m fearless
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| Don’t you try and grab hold of my soul
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| It’s like a military soldier since seven years old
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| I held real dead bodies in my arms
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| Felt their body turn cold, oh
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| Why we born in the first place
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| If this is how we gotta go?
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| Damn |