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featuring LaMaRe
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[LaMaRe]
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Black men keep droppin
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Black men keep on droppin like flies
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Vultures (vultures) plottin on my demise
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(Stool pigeons still lies while the caged bird cries)
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As long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
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(Black men keep on droppin like flies) Droppin like flies
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[Danja Mowf]
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Yo it's only right that I take flight
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(Where?) To the sky floatin like a black butterfly
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I try to make my migration pleasant
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But livin in the present gets you shot down like a pheasant
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The reason, seems every day is huntin season
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At least on the block where the black birds flock
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Some of these birds choose not to soar the sky
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They just stay in some shit, makin them more like flies
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Day in and day out another one dies
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(I got it, another fly nigga got swatted)
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The time he was alotted, it seems just ran out
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Or could it be the fact he never let his wings span out?
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Acting like a chicken scared to leave the coup
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Cause the chicken doesn't fly, he just stays with the group
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Chillin with a bunch of turkeys waiting for Thanksgivin
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If he had of flown South he might have kept on livin cause
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[LaMaRe]
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Vultures, plottin on my demise
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(Stool pigeons still lies while the caged bird cries)
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As long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
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(Black men keep on droppin like flies) Droppin like flies
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[Danja Mowf]
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Fo'-fo's and po-po's don't scare these pros
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In the night time, duckin from constant shot buckin
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They stuck in fly paper (well makin paper is fly)
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Cause the eagle's on the paper, now you understand why?
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When the eagle rules the sky, many black men die
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Chasin eagles then get scavanged by the vultures nearby
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Thereby, reducin us like calories
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Shot down like ducks in shooting galleries
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Please, freeze, these, mentalities
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that's holding you back from gettin busy like bees
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In trees you rest, buldin your nest with sess
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Soothin your bird chest from chest, you just buddha blessed
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Yes, every block or two them hoes will find a cock or two
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With no penis cap and get you caught up in her venus trap
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Indeed, don't be droppin your bird seed
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Pollinatin wild flowers, it's all in your power cause
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[LaMaRe]
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Vultures, plottin on my demise
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(I watch like the sparrow, in some Godly eyes)
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As long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
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(Black men keep on droppin like flies) Droppin like flies
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[Danja Mowf]
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The caged bird sings but his songs get muffled
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Feathers get ruffled, it's a struggle in the everyday scuffle
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I tried to warn him bout these snakes and cats
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But they hardheaded like woodpeckers and they blind as bats
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That's the reason I keep preachin but you
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in denial like a owl always talking about "Who?"
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I should call you a parrot cause you act that way
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First around a bunch of niggaz, repeatin what they say
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Thinkin that you're fly pimpin round like a peacock
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But your turf, your whole earth, consists of only three blocks
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Take them keylocks off of your mind
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Take a journey out of the ghetto just to see what you find
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And like the raven said to Poe and only told him "Nevermore"
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If from your dome you never go then any more you'll never know
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See how some other guys live they lives, not like flies
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Realize your limit ain't the skies
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[LaMaRe]
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Black men keep droppin
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(Vultures, plottin on my demise)
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Black men, keep on droppin like flies
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(Tellin me lies)
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Black men keep droppin
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(The mighty eagle rules the skies)
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Black men, keep on droppin like..
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(Keep on droppin like..)
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Black men keep droppin
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(Keep yo' head up)
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Black men, keep on droppin like flies
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(Keep droppin like flies)
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Black men keep droppin
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(As long as the mighty eagle rules the skies)
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Black men, keep on droppin like..
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(Droppin, like..)
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Black men keep droppin
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(Somebody's watching me)
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Black men, keep on droppin like flies
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(Vultures, yeah yeah)
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Black men keep droppin
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(Somebody's watching me)
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Black men, keep on droppin like..
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(Vultures, yeah)
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Black men keep droppin
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(Somebody's watching me)
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Black men, keep on droppin like flies
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(Vultures, yeah)
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Black men keep droppin
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Black men, keep on droppin like
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*sound of fly buzzing and being swatted*
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Like Flies Remix
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| Danja Mowf |
