| They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
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| Much more, still we choose to ignore
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| The obvious, man this history don’t acknowledge us
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| We were scholars long before colleges
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| They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
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| Much more, but still we choose to ignore
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| The obvious, we are the slave and the master
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| What you lookin for? |
| You the question and the answer
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| We trust no black leaders, use the stove to heat us
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| Powdered eggs and government cheeses
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| The calendars with Martin, JFK and Jesus
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| Gotta be fresh to go to school with fly sneakers
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| Schools with outdated books, we are the forgotten
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| Summers, coolin off by the fire hydrant
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| Yeah I’m from the ghetto
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| Where old black women talk about their sugar level — it’s not unusual
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| To see photos of dead homie’s funerals
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| Aluminium foil on TV antennas
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| Little TV sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners
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| Girls die their hair with Kool-Aid
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| They gave us lemons, we made lemonade
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| But this nigger’s payed, ancestral slaves
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| Descendant of kings, it’s necessary I — bling
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| Put rims on everything, where tims on every scene
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| They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
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| Much more, still we choose to ignore
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| The obvious, man this history don’t acknowledge us
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| We were scholars long before colleges
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| They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
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| Much more, but still we choose to ignore
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| The obvious, we are the slave and the master
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| What you lookin for? |
| You the question and the answer
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| People afraid of criticism
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| But I always put myself in a sacrificial position
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| They been know I ain’t just rappin for fame
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| I got my old homie hasslin to father askin for chains
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| Yep, I get it cash up, this paper don’t matter
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| They see me from skinny to fatter, when I rap about war
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| They got a tendency to scatter, they ain’t my backup no more
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| So now my enemies are at my front door
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| Cause anytime we mention our condition, our history or existence
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| They callin it reverse racism
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| Still to this day the streets torn — my brother Jung'
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| I’ll always have a seat for him — not behind me, beside me
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| You’ll always know where to find me
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| They say the close ones will hurt you
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| So let’s keep a small circle
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| On the road to riches and diamond rings
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| In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king
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| They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
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| Much more, still we choose to ignore
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| The obvious, man this history don’t acknowledge us
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| We were scholars long before colleges
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| They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are
|
| Much more, but still we choose to ignore
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| The obvious, we are the slave and the master
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| What you lookin for? |
| You the question and the answer |