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[Olu Dara] |
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see i come from Missisippi, |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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I was young and running wild, |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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in and out of New York City |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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where i had my first child |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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I named the boy Nasir, |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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all the boys call him Nas |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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I told him as a youngster, |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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he'll be the greatest man alive |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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[Nas] |
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Let's go..... |
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heh heh heh heh, |
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Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered |
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many brothers smashed it up |
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'n tried to match it |
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but i'm still number one everyday real |
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speak what i want i don't care what they feel |
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coz i'm my ownnn master |
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my pop told me be your own boss |
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keep integrity at every cost |
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and his home was Natches Missisippi, |
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get it like "Miles" and "Dizzy" |
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now we gettin' buzy - Bridging the gap |
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from the blues to Jazz to Rap |
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the history of music on this track |
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born in the game |
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discovered my father's music |
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like Prince searches thru Rock in the 'Purple Rain' |
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but Minneapolis was the bridge |
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home to the "Super Kid" some were well known |
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some doing bids, |
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I might of ended up on the wrong side of the tracks |
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If pops wouldn't of pulled me back and said Yo! |
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(Greatest man alive .. Great-Great-Great-Great-Greatest man alive!) |
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Blues came from Gospel, Gospel from Blues |
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Slaves were harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's |
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old skool new skool no skool rules |
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all these years i've been voicin' my blues |
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I'm an artist from the start, Hiphop got in my heart, |
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Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in (laughs) |
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Juvenile Delinquent |
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but pops gave me the right type of tools to think with |
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books to read like 'S' n' stuff |
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coz the skool's said the kids had Dislexia |
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in art class i was a compulsive sketcher of.. teachers |
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in my homeroom i drew pictures to mess 'em up |
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coz none of them would like my style |
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read more books than a curriculum profile |
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saying "Mr Jones please come get your child" |
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"Coz he's writing mad poems and his verses are wild" |
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(haha) |
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(Greatest man great great greatest man alive....) |
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Heh heh heh, |
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My Pop was not a Rollin' Stone |
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He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home |
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Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu |
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Come on, tell 'em 'bout the places you gone to |
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[Olu Dara] |
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Saudi Arabia, Mozambeke, Madagascar, Paris, Greece, |
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(Uh huh) |
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The Middle Africa is where we lived |
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better known as "Queensbridge" |
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Nas, Nas, you don't stop |
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'Olu Dara' in the house, you don't stop, |
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'Muddy Waters,' 'Howlin' Wolf,' you don't stop, |
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from the Blues to street hop, you don't stop |
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Tell 'em Pa, |
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[Olu Dara] |
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see i come from Missisippi, |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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I was young and running wild, |
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(Running wild!) |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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in and out of New York City |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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where i had my first child |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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I named the boy Nasir, |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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all the boys call him Nas |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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I told him as a youngster, |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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he'll be the greatest man alive |
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(Bam bam babam) |
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(You're the greatest pop,) |
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Greatest man alive |
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(You're the greatest pop,) |
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Great great great great greatest man alive |
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(Rest In Peace 'Ray Charles') |
