| Count it up, never cease, keep it movin' man
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| Roll it up, pass it round like a boomerang
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| Turn it up, real music’ll never die
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| Quality over quantity, homie it’s only right
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| Been unimpressed with some of the best, but nonetheless
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| It’s subjective, just maybe just my perspective
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| Colours is the collective, and wanna know somethin' son?
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| Under covers I could detective, hear me
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| A logical cool dude with a tropical pool view
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| The crew makin' it classic like the school flew
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| Shoot for the moon with a tool I shoot pool
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| Only fools follow rules, we make em', we create ‘em
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| Makin' movies with music but ain’t Cuba man
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| I’m just movin' around like a boomerang
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| Try to look away, it’s like a right hook from Sugar Ray
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| Dodgin' the
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| It’s magic like Earvin and
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| I meet with big fish, boy surf and the turf
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| It’s God and geometry, I’m observin' the Earth
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| Yo, I get it brewin' like I’m hot water
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| Surprise you like they brought you food that you did not order
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| Some of these people won’t receive you or believe you
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| Til a nigga outta town come in a peep you, grab a spot for you
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| Listenin', I’m listenin, I’m listenin'
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| I’m getting they attention and got all these niggas whisperin'
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| And all that they witnessin'
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| They judge me on my morals and my vows but still they missin' ‘em
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| They missin' ‘em
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| I’m sayin' what they sayin' I just speak it different
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| And fuckin' with the gift in the instant
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| Little cutie from Chicago that’s an understatement
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| I’m the definition of a female emcee underrated
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| Amazing with the storytellin'
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| Take a nigga and upgrade him like I’m Tori Spelling
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| Chicken watermelon
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| Cause I’m a black queen
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| I’m here to bring that real shit back to the rap scene
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| Vultures of the culture, I see them eating the strange fruit
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| It’s brain food for zombies they wash it down with a strange brew
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| They’ll bite until they change you, hopin' you grow some fangs too
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| Just to remain, you gotta find you an angel
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| What a quiet singer I wanna thank you
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| A young kingdom’ll save you
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| The God particle and the cord that come from the navel
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| Ferocious when defendin' the home, results is fatal
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| Approaching the gaze wrong facing off with a face on
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| Sex sure to keep this safety on with the lace on
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| Based on my experience you niggas straight
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| Swelter in America, stay warm, let’s pray for ‘em
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| Need to bow your head in submission
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| Say it to your face, no sub-dissin'
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| Never sell out for the cash so my money good
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| If money talk, my shit be tellin' everyone they should |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boomerang , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Train of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-Sides, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп