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("Make It Up") We can make it better |
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("Make It Up") We can make it better |
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("Make It Up") We can make it better |
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("Make It Up") We can make it |
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Somebody told me that Delta's brownskinned, AKAs' lightskinned |
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And they supposed to be bougious, so they got white friends |
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First day of school, I'mma take you sight seein' |
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Show you what we do on weekends for excitement |
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She said, "I know what you about to say, like your hypeman" |
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She let a nigga hit it, and now she only date white men |
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And if a nigga even wave at her, it's frightnin'; but |
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[Chorus: Kanye West] |
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("Make It Up") We can make it better |
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(Better we can) |
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("Make It Up") We can make it better |
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(Better we can bring it on up, we can) |
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("Make It Up") We can make it better |
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(Better we can) |
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("Make It Up") We can make it |
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[Talib Kweli] |
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The night fallin' over Brooklyn, where they murder for change |
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The converter remains faithful to the drugdealer priestess |
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He in search of the word of fame, you heard of the name |
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Kweli the truth, like I'm comin' out the mouth of babes |
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One for it, one for out the grave |
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Niggaz want they reperations, How you calculate the amount to be paid |
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You try to imagine America without the slaves (the slaves) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Q-Tip] |
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Her tenament yo, is rat infested |
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Her heart is like a gold bouillon cause she wouldn't protest it |
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Cause, her bestfriend's man got popped |
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He was sixteen years old, the cop thought his phone was a glock |
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In the hood is a everday happenin' |
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A friend of the priest say she chewed out the captain |
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She yelled out "Why you do this to black men?" |
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[Chorus] |
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[Common] |
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I think of eighty seven ways, to make better days |
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Whether climb or rhyme, I heard of rebel pays |
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On the scene, tryin' to get green like everglades |
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Music, rhymin' good like escalates |
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In the ghetto infested by shade and drama |
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And niggaz wit' thangs ain't afraid of karma |
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I'm thinkin' big like Little Wayne in the (?) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Rhymefest] |
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C'mon; Tell people the truth, but never give 'em ya true thoughts |
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Terrorism on blacks, they poison our Newports |
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Partiot Act in effect, make it hard to breathe now |
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Johnny Cochran dead, who gonna get us free now? |
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Clinton ain't in office, who gon' give us shit free now? |
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Who gon' make it better for the thugs and Ps now? |
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Who gon' make it good for old folks that's senile? |
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Oh, it's good music, yeah dog I see now |
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[Chorus] |
