[verse 1]
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Banned from our damn so called country
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No claim yall know the name
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Some got the rest of the planet
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To feel us damn it
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Substance over style
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Thats right we on exile
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Them ol heads from strong i the velt
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No love good lookin out
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But damn sure felt
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Hear me fear me appeared to
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Dissapear
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The sequel
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Said keep pe from from the people
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Stole ya soul keft the groove
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On ya body black
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Now you cant getcha mind back
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Too dirty for the source power 30
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Too clean for 30 year olds
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Who wanna act sixteen
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I beg ya pardon
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We be live in other genres
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While ya favorites just startin
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We come back to do a soul check
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Every once in a while like a sonic messiah
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To find out these cats
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Got this thing runnin wild
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God bless the child
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[verse 2]
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Im spittin in the wind
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Till it knocks a tree down in the woods
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(allah u akbar)
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God is good
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Either you stand for something
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Or fall for anything
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You can get all the money cars jewelry and things
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And still have nothing
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Lookin for love in all the wrong places
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Between gettin high on the price tags
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And smilin faces
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Thinkin you need
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Rings and things rims and timbs
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That aint rap thats bein slaves again
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Pretendin
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Hip hop says you can be what you wanna be
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As long as you aint f-a-k-e
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Its a four letter word like fame
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That fades and if you believe it
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Your f-u-c-k- e-d
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But how you sell soul to a
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Souless people who sold their soul?
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I guess we all got stole on
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By some of the same cats
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That sold ya soul out
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Dj lord
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Being that beat back
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How You Sell Soul To A Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul
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| Public Enemy |
