| What lives in you lives in me has always been will always be
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| Yeah were free like the breeze um they couldn’t fuck with Patrice
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| Yo the world is rotten from top to bottom the devil comes down
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| Yeah frequently to go soul shopping
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| What we know we have forgotten
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| It takes a second to kill what it took a generation to build
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| Well this will rise and this won’t drop
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| And this will move and this won’t stop
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| Cos this is real and this is true and this is me and this is you
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| Look at my sneakers to judger me
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| I’ll leave them speechless and dodgy
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| They say that niggas too foxy
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| But they could never touch me
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| Look at my sneakers to judger me
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| I’ll leave them speechless and dodgy
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| They say that niggas too foxy
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| But they could never touch me
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| Well I say
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| Na na na nana na na na
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| Na na na nana na na na
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| Na nana na na naaaa…
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| The military didn’t want me
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| They said I couldn’t deal with authority
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| They guy took a look said I was a crook
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| Looked at my face looked at my waist
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| Looked at my shoes looked at my hat
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| Said that boy means trouble that boy is bad
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| They kicked me out of the boarding school cos be burned up mi room
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| The fire we mi a burn so big it did a kill dem wid the fumes!
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| When me at the club me they see me in VIP
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| Anywhere I go I need to bring my I. D
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| At my own gigs their messing with me
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| Just the other day I had a fight with my own security!
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| When I’m on the train they check up on me
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| When I’m on the plane they check up on me
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| When I’m at the border they dig up my laundry
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| They say I’ve got that look like I’m from the middle east
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| Look at my sneakers to judger me
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| I’ll leave them speechless and dodgy
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| They say that niggas too foxy
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| But they could never touch me
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| Look at my sneakers to judger me
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| I’ll leave them speechless and dodgy
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| They say that niggas too foxy
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| But they could never touch me
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| Well I say
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| Na na na nana na na na
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| Na na na nana na na na
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| Na nana na na naaaa…
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| Rap
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| They see that bling but I do my thing but the sound wing cos their shit sounds
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| so thin
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| Now there in but trends change like the wind when I step up then judgement
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| begins
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| I want to hear my echoe from up town down to the ghetto
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| From Adis Ababa straight down to Soweto
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| Me say echoe
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| They say my lyric dem too dark so let me say them in falsetto
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| Me say who are you to tell me the fuck to tell me what to do
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| Coming out of the blue with your tie and your shoe
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| Me say who tell me tell me who the fuck are you
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| Instead of looking at my eyes you be looking at my shoes
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| Look at my sneakers to judger me
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| I’ll leave them speechless and dodgy
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| They say that niggas too foxy
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| But they could never touch me
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| Look at my sneakers to judger me
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| I’ll leave them speechless and dodgy
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| They say that niggas too foxy
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| But they could never touch me
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| Well I say
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| Na na na nana na na na
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| Na na na nana na na na
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| Na nana na na naaaa… |