Feat. Ab-Soul
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(Intro)
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The Los Angeles Leakers,
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That is an amazing name
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Whomever came up with that name
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Is a f...freaking genius
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Tearing this bitch up!
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This is another Los Angeles Leaker
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You fucking corkscrew face-having ass motherfucker!
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(Verse)
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Made in Black America, metaphor for a predator
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Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a editor
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I flow like a reservoir, dog
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Rap Tarantino, off the chain like Django
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Still let the chain glow, where they bang known
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And niggas get shot like camera angles
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In rap videos put up on Vimeo
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I'm where the buck 50 bicentennial perennial all-star
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Fruit that don't fall far from Islam
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When rap is dead, I had the fluid that embalmed
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I speak, you know I'm in the building like an intercom
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Enter Com, the world's most...
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Intricate, integrated with imminent
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Domain, I'm feeling myself like a sentiment-
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-tal letter written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth
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I'm cold, I'm hard to melt
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I'm more than a hot song, or a hot album
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Ask my ex, I still live on like Malcolm
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My spirit and style done a transformation
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Make room, I don't need reservations
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You suite as a hotel, I stay presidential
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Strange to be sinful and know that Heaven sent you
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To rearrange the mental, I've seen things we've been through
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It's hard for a man to claim gentile, let me change the tempo
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I be with broads that got they shit together
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Even if it ain't meant forever, still smoke the spliff together
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The essence of the herbs, the presence of the words
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Yeah you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your curves
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You walk past, I'ma look behind you
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Look you up and down to find you
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Can see I was designed to, give you power and refine you
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You fucking with me we can grind to
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Gather the better Black America
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(Verse)
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Made in Black America, takin' threats from a terrorist
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We will never meet but the media feed hysteria
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And I be inferior, if I be in fear of ya
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More godly than gluttonous but my supper's superior
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You know the difference 'tween the kids with the lunch tickets
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And the ones with the money, in the cafeteria
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I break bread with with my brethren like a pizzeria
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Spinnin' dough, you'll find red dots over cheese, be a-
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-ware of your whereabouts, don't be feeble
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I'm pissed off, tinkle is the onomatopoeia
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You's just a little star (twinkle) sure ain't me
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Been a superstar since ma made me
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My president is black
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I wonder if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?
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I don't give a fuck, shit my grandpa glad
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They pass that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead
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Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in this hip-hop matrix,
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Exposin' fake shit
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Used to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so common
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Went across the whole nation screamin' Hiiipower
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Never been a racist, but I love horsepower, I'm hot
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That's why I got the fans in the stands
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Em fans googlin', enemies shakin' hands
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Restorin' the balance, detourin' the malice
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We kill you motherfuckin' mice with a mallet
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This is Huey P Newton with a QP
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Bobby with a Seale, Fred Hampton on pills
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In the Hamptons, now that's real, what's happenin'?
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I'm just trying to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald tablets
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Stop the war in Syria over a bowl of cereal
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Kill a instrumental then book a flight on Expedia
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To the nation's capital, Golf Wang radical
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Black lip pastor, tip the usher when he pass yah
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Welcome to Black America
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Made In Black America
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