| Damn right, we got it
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| Damn right, I’m 'bout it
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| Police state trying to kill us
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| Will they succeed? |
| I doubt it
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| Y’all don’t want no problems
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| So lame nigas be quiet
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| We 'bout to start the survival
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| We 'bout to start the survival
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| That’s why we can’t have nice things
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| That’s why we can’t have nice things
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| Used to race home after school
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| Just to turn on the tube
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| To catch the new videos, thought I was cool
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| I’m talking Snoop, Dr. Dre, to Fugees, to Biggie, to Diddy, to Wu
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| My O.G. |
| will come from the spot with the loot
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| Like, «Kweli you nice, niga. |
| Hop in the booth.»
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| Together Forever, the name of the crew
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| Now, I wonder is there any real rap left; |
| is it just me yelling no justice no
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| peace? |
| (hands up!)
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| This new video full of black death, fuck rap 'cuz we dying at the hands of the
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| police (hands up!)
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| Horror movies don’t get no scarier than the way cops treating nigas in America
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| See more videos of cops trying to bury us than ISIS, you tell me who’s the
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| terrorist
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| Terrorists making bomb threats ain’t got shit on the Prison Industrial Complex
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| Slavery to Jim Crow, now force my kinfolk into poverty, living in the projects!
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| (trapped!)
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| Coming such a long way from living like kings
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| Now we like bling, wanna pull up in a white thing. |
| (you trapped, niga)
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| This is why we can’t have nice things
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| Got to be prepared for the drama that it might bring
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| Jealousy gonna tear us apart
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| They say it’s all love, but what’s in their hearts?
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| The product in nigas, kidnapping your wife
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| You’re out in the desert like what’s in the box?
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| In your Brad Pitt voice
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| So what you have is a choice
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| You can have all of us thinking you’re moist
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| Or get like Chuck D and start bringing the noise
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| Rap life I attack like a pit bull
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| Let it off like a clip full
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| Known to stand up to all that bullshit that you sit through
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| Tell the world what we’ve been through, it’s pitiful
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| Portrait of the artist as a young man
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| Raised in a borough in Brooklyn in the late 80's
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| Rap crazy are the crack babies who act shady when snitches start singing like
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| the fat lady
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| Amadeus, you know what it is
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| Damn right, we got it
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| Damn right, I’m bout it
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| Police state trying to kill us
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| Will they succeed? |
| I doubt it
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| Y’all don’t want no problems
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| Lame niggas be quiet
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| We 'bout to start the survival
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| We 'bout to start the survival
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| That’s why we can’t have nice things
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| That’s why we can’t have nice things
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| Naw, it ain’t trap rap
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| It ain’t backpack (what's that?)
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| This is what you sound like when you have facts
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| And you’re facing down the cops in a gas mask
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| Y’all be listening to lames? |
| Well, we past that
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| Half-assed rap, you can have that back
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| All you fake deep niggas where your hashtag at?
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| Cut you open on the mic when I’m showing you the light
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| Niggas scatter like roaches, where the black flag at?
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| Radio solace is coming I promise you nigas I give you a preview (it's coming)
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| Transparency, that’s the key
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| I got nothing to hide you niggas is see through
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| Trans parent, no Caitlyn genital
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| Tatted up but you faker than henna ho
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| Black Star with the bars that expose you
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| Just like you posed nude, no centerfold
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| That’s why we can’t have nice things
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| That’s why we can’t have nice things |