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They say am growing old so I have to settle down, give up rapping and aim for the bank accounts, I have a family they need me to settle down, I said it loud, jus gimme one more, y-e-a-r my encore, ready to try my mindframe Balboa or Gamboa on a journey am Noah! saw Goliath and he said it was over, said my style too conscious, so erm, does it make you an unconscious programme , designed with malice to fit into a slogan, a real nigga get high then he smoke grammes? reprogram what we programmed you know fam, a real don’t switch no uncle sams, jus roxannes babies to the slow jams, no definition of blackness, but we blacklist when we think hes not like this? But if a right fist up ten kids, no money or visits pending, hes a wasteman but they say hes real real…but hes not cos his ebonics is missing, they dismiss him like hes not one of those,black conservative we having none of those, black republicans we think he comatose, whose judas Iscariot in Damascus ask us, who will improve us, that gangster ask us? with his mask in tow hes not no nat king cole, black skin glow but hes masking so! Hes amasing gold but he act so low? But is he solo now its the tag team show, pinochio now stuck in chain, hes the black peter pan we call em 2 chainz
Am jus that black boy,*4
B-L-A-C-K heyyy
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The black peter pan so I call em 2 chains. And I don’t mean to slag off, I could jus back off, but real talk is real talk no Matlock, might b uneasy but wax on wax off, me aggy(myagi) so excuse me when I blast off, cruising tthru in a mayback that is not my song, reflection eternal (wordplay tribute to Mos def and talib kwelis rap group) ,De la soul am basking, blueprint (My favourite jay-z album) lets get free (Dead prez album, one of my fav albums of all time) put my lights on,
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Monica Dockery:Audacity of hope, but now I see the scope didn’t reach beyond your white walls
Verse 1:They say that am a throwback I go over the top of the, they say am bringing the flow back with my linguistic opera, lyrical prozac metaphors be like topical, the first black american president, no prodigal, no philosophical its real life factual, he said he shed a tear Sandy Hook (massacre) it impact you, but what about the kids killed drones say goodnight you, make me despise, I admired you, I bought all the Kool Aid critics I would fight for you, I even did a song my brother about you, you the best of the worst the change was no evident, we all wished he would succeed wished no benevolence, but nevertheless you proceed with no evidence, product of civil rights now civil rights you abandon, obama even in London, so imagine the drama when the hope turned to anger!
Monica: audacity of hope, but hope don't seem to float, on the blood of the innocent at all
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I think you probably meant right but the system is decaying, all our politicians are rich so potraying, cant walk in our shoes corporations parlay with em, lay with em these Groves and the Osbournes, you were different silver spoon not born, the message of change resonated with encore, Close Guantanamo and end these wars, your appeal was wide wordwide corridor, Now no applause no closing expansion, extraordinary rendition liberties clashing, not jus inaction pursuing with a passion, then out came the drones citizens you attacked em, dragged em bagged em is this change we can believe in? Jus cos your better than doesn’t mean we believing..treason in season liberties not breathing the kiss of life but still her soul was leaving
Monica:Audacity of hope, give us a reason to hope..
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