| Woke up in a magic nigga movie
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| With the bright lights pointed at me
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| As a metaphor
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| Teachin' folks the score
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| About patience, understanding, agape babe
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| And sweet sweet amour
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| When I realized where I was
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| Did I stand up and testify
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| Oh, fist up signify
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| Or did I show off my soft shoe
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| Maybe teach 'em a boogaloo
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| Busy playing the whore
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| Oh loiterers united
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| Indivisible by shame
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| Hungry for those diamonds
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| Served on little severed bloody brown hands
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| Oh the bling drips
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| Oh the bling drips down
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| Fallin' down just like rain
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| I don’t want to cast pearls to swine
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| I don’t want to march peacefully
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| No no no no no no no no no
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| New negro politician
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| Is stirring
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| Is stirring
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| Is stirring inside me
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| No there’s nothing inside me
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| But an angry heart beat
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| Can you feel this heart beat?
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| Oh fear we’re fallin' off
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| Oh terror we’re pained
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| Oh hunger we’re stavin' off
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| Roasted vermin sustain…
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| This shit will have to sustain
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| Shootin' doves from off balconies
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| They wanna shackle the lame
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| By now you know their game
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| Little Nina arose
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| Went to stand by her payphone
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| Waited for her caller to ring, said
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| Ask me anything
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| I just asked for Her
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| I just asked for her say so
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| And with permission
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| I’m gonna take liberty
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| And I’m tellin' you to take it too
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| Cause it’s right there in front of you
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| Hey, desperate youth!
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| Oh, blood thirsty babes!
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| Oh your guns are pointed
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| Your guns are pointed the wrong way
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| Your guns are pointed the wrong way |