| Came out the gully with Fulanis and a scully on
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| I used to run tough with the gods and some hellions
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| Never crossed the family on the word of a civilian
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| That’s why they call me Dedan (the Don) like Mau Mau rebellions
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| Voice honey coated, lil bit of gravel in it
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| For them classic rhymes with a lil bit of savage in em
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| I ain’t new to this profession, I’m established in it
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| Any challenge to the status quo would be a cataclysm
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| Cuz I’m Assata with the good hair-9 ether
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| I have em pissing lemonade when I arrive eager
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| My mediocre is Lee Iacocca, I CEO shit
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| 'Fore I come up out the A class like a ivy leaguer
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| Pineal on a 100 like I’m Benjamin
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| I am ½ Outcast, 5/10s granite
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| Fully liable to crush an mc mid sentence
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| Crystals crusted on my wrist with the tint salmon
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| Queen ting
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| Every time I come through, 10 maroons-PULL UP
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| Watch the dj, when mi chune done he soon-PULL UP
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| Cuz I’m a rockwilder, child of mean streets and crack houses
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| Now I break bread in Lagos with some sharp Hausas
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| This for Alton, Sandra Bland, my man Malcolm
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| Tried to bury us, but they forgot we stay sprouting
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| Pedigree is incredibly star studded
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| That’s why you probably find me bathing in tubs that’s claw footed
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| Forget the profit, here to be the next prophet
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| Writing scriptures in a villa that’s Moroccan carpeted
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| I floss imported ensembles of brocade
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| From villages hard to pronounce, harder to locate
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| Only associate with Rebels and comrades
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| 'Cause society frightened by my melanin contrast
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| Still rappers sell their soul for a helluva contract
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| Roc don’t ever compromise but she will settle for combat
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| Queen ting |