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Mama always told me I ain't dipper and I'm special
Funny how the verses that accursed the ones that bless you
Check your privileges and your potential
* what all the rest do, niggas * what all the rest do
Mama always told me I ain't different, I'm special
Funny how the verses that accursed the ones that bless you
Check your privileges and your potential
* what all the rest do
89, shitty mind, I ain't hit a hater up anyplace anytime
Daily grind, crazy times
They want another album and I want another Malcolm
Nigga with a attitude
Can't see the other side, half crack or two
Means I got a Mac on campus like Apple
Doing homies from the strap, doing math
That could show you what a Mac could do
Going to store profits
On the corner for my profit
Mouth full of gold, dropping knowledge like Mohammed
I know who God is
He ain't afraid of death, look him in the eyes
Nigga and I
Daji, this is not a lyrical song
More like hieroglyphs in a pyramid stone
Kill the flesh, yes, but the spirit is strong
You can hear my tracks when I'm, nigga, it's gone
Mama always told me I ain't different, I'm special
Funny how the verses that accursed the ones that bless you
Check your privileges and your potential
* what all the rest do
Mama always told me I ain't different, I'm special
Funny how the verses that accursed the ones that bless you
Check your privileges and your potential
* what all the rest do
You, educated fool
Niggas unlearn everything they ever said to you
Cause they never said the truth
And they kept you in that loop, you
Pussy money weed and make you loose
Waiting for spoofs, hear snooze
I never came to pay my dues, I came to change the rules
And pave a new way, a new face
Now play and lace your boots
And second line alongside a wild brother
They gon' have to take me down before I bounce
This ain't no peace music, this that let's get freak music
Clarence is 13X, my niggas still asleep music
These parts, part C's, you ears
And the presence of the prophets from the mosque into the mosque pit
This is not a lyrical song
More like hieroglyphs in a pyramid stone
Kill the flesh, yes, but the spirit is strong
You can hear my tracks when I'm, nigga, it's gone
I'll take you down to the top of the world
This ain't no peace music, this that let's get freak
I never came to pay my dues, you
Pussy money weed and make you loose
Waiting for spoofs, hear snooze
I never came to pay my dues, you
Kill the flesh, yes, but the spirit is strong
In the struggle for just that
People will remember me
Feel me
And accept me
As a small part of a long history
Of resistance against oppression
To those fighting the daily fight
I see you
I feel you
I love you
We will win
Bless up
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