| For many though, this birth place
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| Of the automobile and organized labor
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| Was seen as a promised land
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| For 25 years, sudden black migrated north
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| Seeking middle class prosperity
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| But by summer of 1967
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| Much of that hope, had turned to hopelessness
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| Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky, a black dawn
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| Put your wallabies back on, it’s time for a swarm
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| You that wrong, you get your Timberlands blacked on
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| Jungle fatigues, bulletproof vests back on
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| I blow dimes all up in your way, spit a dart in your face
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| You don’t know me in the first place
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| My birthday equivalent to forty earthquakes
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| I smirk gray, polly on streets where the motors leaks
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| Kids hold heat cause they plates is gold
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| My weight’s in goal, turn about face behold
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| The street scroll, never once flow, said wise old
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| Elder, I hear beats like Helen Keller
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| Feel 'em straight out the speaker, to my animated blood flow
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| Pass records around like contaminated needle, heave hoe
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| My sound heavy like tree fall, I flee halls, bleed through gauds
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| Carry grym reaper in millimeter form, you spill a liter for him
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| Born to take any soul, relentless henny flow, chops heads like guillotines
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| Smoke Philly’s with my queen, I’m still in the machine
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| DT’s at my day job, talking bout the date room
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| They may drown me, my shadow too vicious
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| Can’t keep them around me, hide 'em under the hoody
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| He live like Whitney, intelligent like Eli
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| We ride like the genie, pass time
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| Like a clock used for a Frisbee, George Roll
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| Wallstreet, that’s the shoes that fit me
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| Burn a building, Wu-Tang bats all in the sky
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| Causing a black day, I see through the eye
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| Of a tornado, false feed with greater labels
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| Tower of babel labels, follow room when I call the chrome
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| Tell home lord, I slice you, I engineer
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| Trains of thought, diabolical molecules
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| Light skin marksmen, part taming your follicles
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| Twelve men equipped, seven rappers can vouch too
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| About you, fuckin' with me, my Clan emblem
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| Remember where it came from, four eye, cock and name one
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| Dart at the cranium, fuck up your suit coat
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| Each rhymes I wrote, aimed at the ivory coast
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| Piano keys I tap, like a nervous child’s knee
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| I served in the streets for the army of God
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| Bring your bomb squad, national guard, I’m passin' through bars
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| Escapin' prison, armed with great vision
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| God given heredity, better be
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| The armed bank robber with pedigree
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| «Think Differently!» |