| Soon as I was born, I knew I was due to do some damage
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| Came out the womb, doctors passed me around the room and panicked
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| Four pounds, dark purple, couldn’t even breathe on my own
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| Shakin' baby in an incubator, breathin' machine for my lungs
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| Doctor told my mom and pops they gon' have to keep me for a couple months
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| Papa regretting doin' coke, mama probably those couple blunts
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| Little did they know there was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we
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| Keep the unconditional love between us, I feel like the Mona Lisa
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| Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his insurance
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| I learned just how people are quick to turn
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| The doctor came back and said, «We're gon' release him»
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| That’s the same thing in my first deal the label head said
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| Same as the judge after 365 days in jail cells
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| You probably think my moms and pops ain’t raise me well
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| Wait, please, I was hard-headed
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| The only person who could get through to me was maybe JAY-Z
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| They tried to give my autistic son medicine for ADHD
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| Same kid who could look at a piano and memorize all 88 keys
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| I learned everything I need to know at day one in the hospital
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| They gonna doubt you, nigga
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| And you can’t even pay no one to care about you, nigga
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| As we proceed to give you what you need
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| My name is DJ Premier
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| I’d like to introduce to you AntMan Wonder
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| On behalf of Bad-Half Entertainment and Works of Mart
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| PRhyme 2 is comin' (Comin', comin'…)
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| As we proceed to give you what you need
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| Y’all know what it is
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| We’d like to welcome you to another round of hip-hop in its purest form
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| On behalf of Heaven Studios and Works of Mart—we comin' (Comin', comin'…)
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| 1966, March 21st (Wooh!)
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| In July 17th, '61 marks the birth (Wooh!), the birth of two phenoms
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| I’m talking about Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward Elam (Okay)
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| This is for the real Gang Starr fans, not the ones who call us P-Rhyme (Word)
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| One come from Massachusetts, the other from Texas
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| Had a dream to become the next shit, filled up his whole truck trunk with
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| records
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| And moved to New York, that’s where Premier the god linked with Guru the lord
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| If ever duplicated, Hell froze and there was a blue moon before it (Preach)
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| And that shit birthed Group Home Freddie Foxxx, inspired shit
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| Like Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G, I’m just comin' clean like the Jeru song (Wooh!)
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| Yo! |
| MTV raps, Rakim in the back
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| Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewin' Chubb Rock
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| Pac in the cut with his boots and Juice on (R-I-P)
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| Pac still killin' to this day, still the one they tryna be (Yup)
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| Y’all know I’m from Detroit, I’m diggin' in the crates, now I’m from the
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| diamond-D
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| I ain’t wit the showbiz, I’m just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe deal
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| And go and ball and every bitch I got OT is on call
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| (What's that?)
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| That’s O. C, bitch, I confess that I finesse
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| I smile at death like Malcolm X, I’m solid, yes, in '99
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| I told myself, if I could figure out how to bottle that, I’d be out of debt
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| Y’all niggas is novices, y’all can just move inside (Wooh)
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| I got that car pedestrian confidence, yessir (Yessir), I got that Uber Drive
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| Y’all wanna know who the best is? |
| Look around at who alive and who done died
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| (Then what?) Then look at me, Kendrick Lamar, and Pusha T
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| Em and the Slaughters, y’all don’t have to look any farther for the rhymers
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| (Damn!)
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| Y’all are the past, at the present time, I’m the future
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| 'Cause all my competition tryna be designers
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| I’m just tired of being underrated by these lazy bloggers
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| They just tired of re-rewindin'
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| Y’all tired of me saying I’m the greatest? |
| (Y'all tired yet?)
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| Fuck y’all, I’m tired of re-remindin' (Ha ha!)
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| I survived Vietnam and my city laid me a grave
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| Preem laced me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of Rage
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| Since then I’ve been on my Jamie in «Ray», nobody seein' me (Uh uh)
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| She douche, I give her dick she’ll never forget, that’s D and D, Preem, cut me!
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| Come on back with me, this black history…
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| «I'll be back, but for now, just—»
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| Come on back with me, this black history
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| Premier’s on the wheels, yeah, we makin' black history
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| «I'll be back, but for now, just—»
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| Come on back with me, this textbook Big L and Pun, on the real to real—that
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| black history
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| I made up my mind (Mind!), went to sleep dead (Dead!)
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| That’s in the past, I’m gon' wake up alive-live-live-live
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| We takin' over this shit this year! |
| Preem, cut me!
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| «I'll be back, but for now, just—»
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| Come on back with me, this black history… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black History, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song Trust The Shooter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп