| Check
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| So bleed
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| Emit light rap, or emit Till
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| I drew a line without showing my body, that’s a skill
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| Bad to the bone and the grill
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| You’d be dead wrong if looks kill
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| I’m still on my spiel, in the spirit of L Hill
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| Eye on the sparrow
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| Nose like a pharaoh’s
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| Our blood line trill
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| For the young and all the Lil’s
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| We all gon' get meals
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| Talk a lotta game
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| But we get paid too, like Jemele
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| Was raised upon a hill, the valley’s a sunken place
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| I’m just tryna build like I came with some kettle weight
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| Know I’m a God MC, 'cause nigga, I made the devil wait
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| Before I brought hill, you ain’t gotta tell me I’m hella great
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| I don’t speak on it nowadays, I just meditate
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| Y’all can have the bars nigga, I spit hard metal gates
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| Henry Louis Gates when I cop me some new estate (Cop)
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| Make room for myself, I’m in a way different mental place
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| I keep it real, all y’all look anime
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| I’m fine like Anna Mae
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| Black don’t crack like Angela
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| Black and brave like in the A
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| It don’t come with apologies
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| Let’s just tip in some Andre
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| When you greet me it’s «Namaste»
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| Spread love the Brooklyn way or like marmalade
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| No matter if you street street, or more like the promenade
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| We gotta come together like the corn and the dookie braids
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| For the present and future days, I say what I gotta say
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| I am Nina and Roberta, the one you love but ain’t heard of
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| Got my middle finger up like Pac after attempted murder
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| Failed to kill me, it’s still me
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| Woke up singing Shirley Murdock
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| As we lay these edges down, brown women, we so perfect
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| Went from field nigga to still nigga
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| Being cropped out the picture
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| But we all know who got the juice, my sisters
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| Imitating us in all the Hollywood pictures
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| And still, they’ll never be us, nigga, nigga
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| I’m from the back woods where Nina would
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| Sing about the life we should lead
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| A new dawn, another deed, I try to do some good
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| I felt more damned than Mississippi was
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| They deny Nina in Philadelphia
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| And still we persevere like all the 400 years of our own blood
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| Africa, old panthers lookin' back like who gon' come up after us?
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| Outside the movies, I make sure before it move you
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| It moved me, now bow down to a queen please
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| Survival…
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| Here’s to the honey in you, to the bittersweet in me
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| I will shed this blood so romantically, so viciously, quiet
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| Here’s to a moment of silence
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| I’ve poured and poured my soul again, here’s to epiphanies
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| There was never a we, there was a you all and there was me
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| And this war, likely to succeed
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| Unlike me to surrender
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| Trying and dying to breathe poetry to rise the light of day
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| To subconsciously exist cautiously ascending towards freedom
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| Praying for a breather
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| Do you see my pain?
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| Do I seem like prey?
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| Empathy be the reason you’re still standing
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| We are not the same
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| I’ve lived more lives than you, I have less pride than you
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| I’m extra-terrestrial, I was created different
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| I’ve been here many times before and I’ve never been defeated
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| And still, I will never be defeated (Defeated) |