| Yeah, back in effect, let’s go
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| Ahem, aiyyo, e’rybody goes through feelin like
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| The walls is closin in on you and you just stress the hell out (yeah they do)
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| And you feel like you gon' explode, youknow’msayin? |
| (uh-huh)
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| This right here is for, all y’all to know that
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| I know what y’all goin through man (yeah, yeah)
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| I feel it myself (yeah, yeah I do)
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| I could relate, yeah turn this one up
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| Sometimes life make you wanna attack and go off G
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| You wanna step back and I let it roll off me
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| Brooklyn, New York B, ain’t nothin soft G
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| Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
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| Flirtin with the fame but I let it roll off me
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| They love it when I’m losin but I let it roll off me
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| Dirt on my name but I let it roll off me
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| Always keep it movin and I let it roll off me
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| Do it for my niggas with letters, let’s set it off B
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| Cops don’t protect us, protestors just get ignored B
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| Played out like musical theater with best support
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| The investors and bankers havin sex in expensive orgies
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| I’m rappin on the corners like Abbey, Abdul and Common
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| Born when they was robbin the grave at Tutankhamun
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| Way before Bush the USA been bombin
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| Cause whether ratchets or needles know the shootin ain’t stoppin
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| Niggas lootin, we ain’t coppin a thing
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| And if I’m locked in the bing, a nigga not gonna sing
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| I got a lot of things on my mind, dollar signs, life on the line
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| What I write’s so right for the time
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| The revelation like sight for the blind like when God cypher divine
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| Hand you lessons; |
| or when you in the church havin confession
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| Or when you kneelin on the pew, catchin the Holy Ghost
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| Or the cult, so fanatic they think suicide’s the only hope (no)
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| They used to ask you «Who ya master?» |
| Now they ask you «Who your pastor?»
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| It’s your allegiance that they truly after
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| They used to ask you «Who ya master?» |
| Now they ask you «Who your pastor?»
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| It’s your allegiance that they truly after
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| That make you wanna go off B
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| But I step back and I let it roll off me
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| Brooklyn, New York B, ain’t nothin soft G
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| Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
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| Talk the talk but to walk the walk is costly
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| Niggas got on they +Game+ face like Black Wall Street
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| Every single move I make is ballsy
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| Cause the shit it used to be a, silent movie now it’s a talky
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| The Feds cheesin like Milwaukee when shit is Brew-in
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| When these niggas stage a coup for the president I’m a shoo-in
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| But, ain’t no political aspirations I’m persuin
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| I hate to ruin your dream but music is what I’m doin
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| I’ve touched more people in a verse than you do in 20 speeches
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| Whether state’s blue like the water or redder than white people on sunny beaches
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| Sometimes I don’t be understandin it
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| They looked at me and said that’s why you the perfect candidate
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| Standin at the pulpit with a full clip
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| What I say real talk, turn around and walk away with your bullshit
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| I’m like breed, yo I ain’t to be fucked with
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| Only write the realest, can’t lie to the public
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| The sharp wick cut quick, killin 'em softly
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| They try to take me there but you could never force me
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| Brooklyn, New York B, ain’t nothin soft G
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| Yeah I get stressed but I let it roll off me
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| Flirtin with the fame but I let it roll off me
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| They love it when I’m losin but I let it roll off me
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| Dirt on my name but I let it roll off me
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| Always keep it movin and I let it roll off me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roll off Me , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Right About Now, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп