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My friend, give me a minute here |
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You have no idea how to frame me |
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"Brother Ali is this, Brother Ali is that" |
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You ain't been right yet |
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So ok I'll do it myself |
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Ant, you got me? |
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(Verse 1:) |
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Big Brother the beast I'm showing my teeth |
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Feel it all in the air it's too potent to breathe |
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Explosive with the free, got a heavy one I wrote up my sleeve |
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I could post up or go for the three |
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Versatile with it I'm grinding until I get it |
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Mindless of the defined limits or consequences |
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I defy critics I ain't scientific |
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I find my intrinsic vibe and I ride with it |
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Vocals no nothing other than soul touching |
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So if they land in yours it's just a home-coming |
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If they don't go there they might perish |
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Land on deaf ears but die unembarassed |
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You don't need to hear my race in the song |
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You hear the plane that I'm on |
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Your whole face change when I'm on |
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Your ears might help you see |
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**** hearing me I need you to feel like me |
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(Chorus: x2) |
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Daylight |
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Let the dark side slide right on out you |
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Don't deny it announce it to the Daylight |
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Let it get inside of you 'cause you're not alive |
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until you open up your eyes |
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(Verse 2:) |
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I never asked my brothers to put that crown on me |
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Now they want to frown on me, look down on me |
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Pardon me I don't think I'm hurting anybody |
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Just because I took shahadah but I'm cursing at the party |
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Ain't showing I'm holy just showing the whole me |
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Ya'll just pretend to be whatever your role be |
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Don't get me wrong preist and rabbi innam |
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but maybe that's why the masses don't respond |
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Can't sit and nit pick but miss the big shit |
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Expect us not to see the contradictions |
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Want us to listen and join your religion |
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I ain't got a pot to piss in who ya'll kidding |
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I believe in the Qu'ran and all that's within it |
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The concepts and all of the prophets that are mentioned |
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But I talk directly to God so if I'm sinning |
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ya'll ain't got nothing to do with me repenting |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(Verse 3:) |
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If I'm an open book this is how I'm supposed to look |
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I got to show it all and don't be shook |
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So they ask me if I'm black or white, I'm neither |
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Race is a made up thing I don't believe in it |
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My genes tie me to those that despised me |
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Made a living killing the ones that inspired me |
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I ain't just talking about singing and dancing |
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I was taught life and manhood by black men |
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So I'm a product of that understanding |
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And a small part of me feels like I am them |
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Does that make me a liar maybe |
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but I don't want the white folks that praise me to think they can claim me |
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'Cause you didn't make me |
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You don't appreciate what I know to be great yet you relate to me |
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and that frustrates me and what can I say |
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'cause I know that I benefit from something I hate |
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But make no mistake our connection ain't fake |
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It's never too late to clear off the slate |
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You follow my tape then you know What I'm about |
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If something comes up then it must come out |
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(Chorus x2) |
