| We got so much soul
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| You can damn near see it Spinnin on a 45
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| I’ve come to the conclusion
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| Clear the confusion
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| My point is to rock
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| Dis funky joint
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| Dont you know
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| I got tangled
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| In the star spangled banner
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| In the middle of Alabama
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| Or was it Tennesee or Arkansas
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| New York &Cali got the same
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| Amount of race rallys
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| I know they wanna hang me Straight around the neck
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| So I’m knockin off the hand checks
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| So you can
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| When I say what it is It ain’t nutting but a song
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| Krackas, killas, kidnappas
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| KKK tryes to blame it on the rappers
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| They dont count the ones
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| That bounce to the 40 ounce
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| Or the runts dat get stunted
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| By the bluntz
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| This time I’m gonna take it down the line
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| To the ones that are ready
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| They be holdin it steady
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| When a song so wrong
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| So many be singin it Strangled tangled
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| Caught in a spangled
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| Banner got em on dat camera
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| Stars I’m seein from
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| A beatdown in a slamma
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| O cay can you see
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| But you cant
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| Uncle Sammy wears the pants
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| Toms his bitch
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| When he’s swingin a switch
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| Rather stick da poor up And give it to da rich
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| I always thought dat power
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| Was to the people, we the people
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| O say can I see we ain’t people
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| When I pledge allegiance
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| I shoulda got a sticka
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| 1st grade/2nd grade
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| I shoulda just kicked a Verse in the middle of class
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| Instead of singin bout bombs
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| Like a dumb ass
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| Land of the free
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| Home of the brave
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| And hell with us nigas we slaves
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| That shoulda been the last line
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| Of a song that’s wrong form to get
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| So when everybody stand
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| I sit
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| The red is for blood shed
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| The blue is for the sad ass songs
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| We be singin in church while white mans heaven is black mans hell
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| The stars what we way when we Got our ass beat
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| Stripes whip marks in our backs
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| White is for the obvious
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| Ain’t no black in that flag |