I was born in the congo
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I walked to the fertile crescent and built
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the sphinx
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I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
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that only glows every one hundred years falls
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into the center giving divine perfect light
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I am bad
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I sat on the throne
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drinking nectar with allah
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I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
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to cool my thirst
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My oldest daughter is nefertiti
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the tears from my birth pains
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created the nile
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I am a beautiful woman
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I gazed on the forest and burned
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out the sahara desert
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with a packet of goat's meat
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and a change of clothes
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I crossed it in two hours
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I am a gazelle so swift
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so swift you can't catch me
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For a birthday present when he was three
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I gave my son hannibal an elephant
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He gave me rome for mother's day
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My strength flows ever on
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My son noah built new/ark and
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I stood proudly at the helm
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as we sailed on a soft summer day
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I turned myself into myself and was
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jesus
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men intone my loving name
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All praises All praises
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I am the one who would save
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I sowed diamonds in my back yard
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My bowels deliver uranium
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the filings from my fingernails are
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semi-precious jewels
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On a trip north
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I caught a cold and blew
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My nose giving oil to the arab world
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I am so hip even my errors are correct
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I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
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the earth as I went
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The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
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across three continents
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I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
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I cannot be comprehended except by my permission
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I mean...I...can fly
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like a bird in the sky...
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Ego Trip by Nikki Giovanni
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| Blackalicious |
