| Damn if i be some slave again
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| Got no fake ass friends no timbs or rims
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| Sure nuff dont know no designer names
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| And i never played no video games
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| I aint got no diamond rings
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| No bling, bling, no minks
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| No 2 earrings
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| No pimp glasses mugs
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| Or cups and things
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| Or whatever the hell they be Carryin
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| Dont treat my highs too high
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| Or my lows too low
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| You wont see my soul souled on no video
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| Bdont need no checks to get no chicks
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| Or be some hypocrite to get you on my So let the young sing and rap to the young
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| As long as yall dont think freedom
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| Is free to be dumb
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| Its suicidal to think im your american idol
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| Hypnotic trapped in a 3000 mile box
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| Chicks bobby sox today be botox
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| Now that hip hops the new so called rock
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| Parents dressin the outside
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| Of their kids
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| An what they wear
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| Instead of stressin the inside
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| Way back, my peoples gave me pride
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| Now in 2004 i aint gotta hide
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| If you cant afford it just leave it to the side
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| Cause you looking real stupid with that tear in your eye
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| Gotta a 1994 hear you talkin
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| But its damn sure better than walkin
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| It might be old, it sure aint gold
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| Better than stylin in the cold
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| It aint no rolls, so wont get stoled
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| But you wont see me walking on no side of the road
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| At the age i am now
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| If i cant teach
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| I shouldnt even open up my mouth begin to speak
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| I need some radio
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| To help me reach
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| But i heard they get their money on By makin you weak
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| Drowning in the sea of Some big dose of now
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| No past no future
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| Let the young grow wild
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| Aint gave em nuttin
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| Some done robbed the child
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| From substance
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| Dont currr, fill em up wit style
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| Like hip hop started on trl, like wow
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| Took the game and made it a gdamn shame
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| Hell wit history you dont even
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| Know my name
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| I aint the same damn thing
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| That yall used to playin
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| Im non stop rocket
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| Headin to your brain
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| Now thats what im sayin
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| I may not got no flow
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| But i aint pimped by no negro
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| Backed by some
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| Cracka wit
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| His ass by the door
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| Therefore
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| I can never be poor
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| Cause my mind, body, and soul
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| Cannot be sold
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| Priceless
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| So i avoid the trifelin
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| Worms in my cipher
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| Stuff yall cant get enough off
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| Gots no time for
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| Somebodys jail
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| My time is just like the US mail
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| My time is richer
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| Than them new astro pitchers
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| I be damn if my face
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| Be under some picture
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| Where you heard the nword
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| So save your liquid
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| Pe we just here to flip it Find somebody new to get wit
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| The next time you hear a Cat who cant Stand or even look in the mirror |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can You Hear Me Now , by - Public Enemy. Song from the album How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп