| I was wondering
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| Are you listening, baby?
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| Ayo Braille, you said it was cool if I could rap, right?
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| Alright, cool
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| First Shaq and Kobe break up, now every day I wake up
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| Somebody got a problem with the flow
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| Well, what do you know? |
| Maybe the problem ain’t Sho
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| You need ears to hear, maybe you listen too slow
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| You got folks losing sleep trying to prove that they woke
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| The other half on Twitter try to prove that they dope
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| Social media activists, they arguing over quotes
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| When a society’s on fire, I’m trying to avoid the smoke
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| Some will only love me when I’m dead or in a dress
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| An Uncle Tom or oppressed, a brother that’s hotep
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| I don’t care, my dude, I don’t trip
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| I just walk through your park kicking down your monoliths
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| Decolonize the gospel then express it through my vocal cords
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| Fishing for souls, that’s why I’m going overboard
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| While the church folks are hiding their dirty secrets
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| I can’t believe we’re over here arguing over «penis»
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| I’m close to Jesus, I’m also close to genius
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| Out of this world, I’m also close to Venus
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| Linguist, I’m speaking healing through broken English
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| Two dollars in my pocket but I still feel distinguished
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| Clean as dental floss, close to the Harlem Renaissance
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| Boy spit fire, you probably thought it was Pentecost
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| I’m out to lunch eating rappers around nine
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| A.M. |
| in the morning because I’m way ahead of my time
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| This is that real hip-hop before iTunes
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| Before mumbling rappers were saying nothing
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| I mean, if you love it, I guess I can show grace
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| This is real men at work, these jokers is Kid n' Play
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| I want that Miseducation, that Midnight Maraudin'
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| That life before Eve ate the fruit in the garden
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| 'Cause it’s still 20/20, still kingdom people, still Jesus music
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| Different label but I’m still with the movement
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| This is rebels on a different level
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| Breaking new ground trying to dig in with a different shovel
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| My rhymes are vicious, your flow is suspicious
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| Joe Paterno with the flow, my pen brings conviction
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| No gentrifying my intellectual property
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| This is the writer’s block, I have a monopoly
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| I rap tight like burritos and European speedos
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| Please excuse my ego, these jokers are Jared Leto
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| Yeah, I may be clowns like Nemo
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| Chances of me being wack — never to zero
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| Suckers think they can beat me, I laugh
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| Eat 'em up then demonstrate it on pie graphs
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| You cannot get at me, homie, this ain’t Twitter
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| You and I carry this film the same glitter
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| So when they wanna describe my body and work
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| Say no matter how messy, he’s in love with the Church
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| Yeah, he’s conscious, Cross Movement mixed with Common
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| A professor and prophet who is now sound bombing
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| He is trap-jazz gospel mixed with hip-hop soul
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| Some say he’s too safe, some say he’s out of control
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| Denmark Vesey getting heavy, some may call him the aggressor
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| He’s moving between thugs and seminary professors
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| He writes with intelligence and honors his heritage
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| The bottom line is he is changing the narrative
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| Feast your ears on the least expected
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| Pay attention, so, so lets pay attention
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| So, so, so listen up
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| Fly excellent, I fall excellent
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| But never quit
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| Yeah, fly excellent, I fall excellent
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| But never quit
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| Yeah sometimes you just gotta show these jokers you can rap |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Piano Bars , by - Sho Baraka. Song from the album The Narrative, Volume 2 - Pianos & Politics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп