| Now i don’t have to tell you why I’m angry
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| Cuz a picture is worth a grand in words more
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| But I will bomb my devil with my alyssum bars
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| If he keeps try to anglesite the moor
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| See I’m non-apologetic with my blackness
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| Cuz' the dark is the beginning of the light
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| So I bless up the gods
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| Pour some water on the earth
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| So I can properly illuminate the mic
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| Listen, listen
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| I’m not a stranger to the ghetto
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| The social science project up the state
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| Let’s see how many n%*ggas can they kill in cold blood
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| In the name of a traditional mandate
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| Running stories on the news
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| And give us headlines
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| So emotions they controlling to the late
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| Then the next program is reality television
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| So our own reality we can escape
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| They call me the first mother
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| So my womb exit millions
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| Who have lost sons and daughters in their youth
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| Then finally cut down
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| Before they riping on divine
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| Left to spoil in the dust
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| Like strange fruit
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| I’m declaring all the land
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| Hollow ground
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| Cuz the fallen they deserve the highest form of respect
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| Then I transform to kali
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| Use my pen like a sword
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| And cut the transgressors
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| Heads from their neck
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| My verses reverberate
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| Like exploding supernova
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| Birth the planet with some solid gold
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| Seeds in ovum
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| Lay the blueprint of freedom
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| Over the flower of life
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| But essentials imprint on every rhyme that I recite
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| Blahhhhhhhh |