| And I was told in school I was a fool
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| And money, I’d never gain none
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| But I used my flow as a tool, they was cruel
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| Said I’d be no rapper
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| But I did work and became one
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| Now it’s a cryin' shame, I’m buyin' thangs
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| And they got debts they got to pay back
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| I think I know why my teachers would look
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| In my eye and say that and why’s that?
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| 'Cause I’m a Blackboy
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| Came from nothin', don’t mean my life means nothin'
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| Made it out the game through the pain and sufferin'
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| Y’all don’t think I see them purses y’all clutchin', I do
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| See I’m a Blackboy
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| Scared when you see me, frauds disappear like a genie
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| Little white boys want to be me
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| But you don’t want to go through What I go through
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| True definition of a Blackboy
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| It must be the way that my pants sag
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| Or the sparklin' diamonds on the watch my left hand has
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| I know my appearance is lookin' like I am bad
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| In your department store all I wanna do is pop a damn tag
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| Made it honest, that’s why the blacks get mad at you
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| Even foreigners shop and got big gratitude
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| I make more than you, but you got this attitude
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| Like I can’t be shoppin' at Saks Fifth Avenue
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| I’m just tryin' to buy my baby some creed spring flower
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| But they don’t know that the Tecca Nina cheese means power
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| So they look at me like none of my breed brings valor
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| That’s why when you see us in passin' we seem sour
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| Last time I checked, my power chakras
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| I was on top of the indie charts and not a slotera
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| But I’m the author of darkness and I like the opera
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| So why when I’m at Macbeth they won’t treat me more propera
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| 'Cause I’m a Blackboy
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| Came from nothin', don’t mean my life means nothin'
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| Made it out the game through the pain and sufferin'
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| Y’all don’t think I see them purses y’all clutchin', I do
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| See I’m a Blackboy
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| Scared when you see me, frauds disappear like a genie
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| Little white boys want to be me
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| But you don’t want to go through What I go through
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| True definition of a Blackboy
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| Frontline, shoot, soldiers represent that
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| Frontline, shoot, Grand Verb, it’s the snatch back
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| Head wrapped in the desert, boombox on the camel back
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| Escape from the clone lab, fugitives spook black
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| With finesse in you, it’s the knowledge from way back
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| The prophet of the page don’t eat right 'til it all cracks
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| Blackboy rappin' from the pages torn
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| Street scriptures more classic than the Jimmy Crack Corn
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| A spawn of the movement, keep the music movement
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| So my purpose stays clear and my music stays groovin'
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| I do it for the real, I don’t need Jena Six
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| For me to know America is still on that bullshit
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| So people think that black are just ball players and singers
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| That massa complex is what fuels the street bangers
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| And street soldiers to stand up, no choice to get it right
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| So these Blackboys can finally get they man up
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| 'Cause I’m a Blackboy
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| Came from nothin', don’t mean my life means nothin'
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| Made it out the game through the pain and sufferin'
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| Y’all don’t think I see them purses y’all clutchin', I do
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| See I’m a Blackboy
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| Scared when you see me, frauds disappear like a genie
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| Little white boys want to be me
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| But you don’t want to go through What I go through
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| True definition of a Blackboy
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| I’m a Blackboy and always gettin' underestimated
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| But when I move next door, I know you hate it
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| You had my whole family investigated
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| And when they didn’t find no crack, you said I ate it
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| Uh-uh, a motherfucker just elevated
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| Over ghetto life that was designated
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| You see this Blackboy, you know heaven made it
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| I don’t want to go if I got to integrate it
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| Little colored boy, be happy you made it
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| Just take what you got and stop complainin'
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| Ok, weather man will stop the rainin'
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| On my people head, and start explainin'
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| What your people said, believe in the Bible
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| But you still act barbaric and psycho
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| My name is Ice Cube, bitch, it ain’t Michael
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| I’ll never bleach my own skin just to be like you
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| 'Cause I’m a Blackboy
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| Came from nothin', don’t mean my life means nothin'
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| Made it out the game through the pain and sufferin'
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| Y’all don’t think I see them purses y’all clutchin', I do
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| See I’m a Blackboy
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| Scared when you see me, frauds disappear like a genie
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| Little white boys want to be me
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| But you don’t want to go through What I go through
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| True definition of a Blackboy |