| And to me, we have a culture that, uh, is surpassed by, by, by, by no other
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| civilization, but we don’t know anything about it.
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| So again, I think I’ve said this before in this same interview
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| I think, my, my job is to somehow make them curious enough
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| Or persuade them by hook or crook
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| To get more aware of themselves and where they came from
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| And what they are into and what is already there
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| And just to bring it out.
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| This is what compels me to compel them
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| And I will do it by whatever means necessary.
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| Detroit red flow
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| East coast, west coast
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| Used to leave MoCo to hit Ledroit with Bo
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| I dated women with poppin' albums, they got spouses
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| I dated strippers that trap loud inside they Challengers
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| To be black and talented, all I’ve ever been
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| Took a tour de France while my partners was somewhere peddling
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| Yeah, we make depression look so effortless
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| We desensitize while America tryna kill our kids
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| So it’s weighin' on me, Nina
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| It’s weighin' on me, Nina
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| They playin' with me, Nina
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| Send 'em on they way to meet ya
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| Look at my skin, look at my nose, I’m grateful for my features
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| Like I made a CD with Mrs. Knowles and ain’t pay a G
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| I’m on my way to GA, magazine in the BM
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| Imagine the nazis see me, a MAGA hat he can bleed in
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| Nina, we just wanna be black and legendary
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| Be us and be proud by any means necessary
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| Nina got me feeling like I never have to walk alone, Nina
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| Nina got me feeling like I never have to walk alone, Nina
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| Yo, yo
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| They playin' with me, Nina
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| You stayin' with me, Nina
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| They hatin' on me, Nina
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| Send 'em on they way to meet ya
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| I misunderstood
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| Under your spell, perhaps
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| Ain’t no lookin' back
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| Young, gifted, black
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| Everybody avoids everybody, all over the place
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| In most situations, most all of the time
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| I know, I’m one of those everybodys
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| Yeah, a semi-automatic
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| A scatterbrain, I’m shooting out of aim
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| Since I’ve been famous, it’s hard for me to hit up a target
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| I’m sorry, I was humble on all them red carpets
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| I got embarrassed, GRAMMYs carried me for Sandra Bullock
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| Photo ops the paparazzi was opting out of
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| Was doing drops for jockeys that ain’t bother my album
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| Telling me you honestly the best nigga
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| Though I believe that you one welling-ass nigga
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| How many niggas with jobs feel like they underpaid?
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| Let’s say it’s that, plus you rhyme and 'bout to have a baby
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| Let’s say they calling you bipolar
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| Not feeling you, your rhymes legend, but personality complicated
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| Shoot at whoever, that’s your only defense
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| Had a job, you was poppin', now you lonely as shit
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| Mental blocks, every shot was harder than before
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| Like bootleg shoppers, see, I was rockin' my label wrong
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| But I digress 'cause this isn’t that song
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| This just my plight, I am no different than y’all
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| Speak to your boss, me, I speak in these songs
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| I speak how I feel, I feel like a gun
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| Yeah, a semi-auto with a novice aim, uh
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| A lot of thoughts and a lot of pain, yeah
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| My ammunition come from all your hate
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| My brain a loaded semi, I’m too offended to concentrate, yeah
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| Everybody gets sprayed, nigga
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| Ayy, move, get out the way, nigga, yeah
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| Under the surface, we the same nigga
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| But my aim different, I’m way too brilliant to shank niggas, yeah
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| Everybody gets sprayed, nigga
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| Move, get out the way, nigga, yeah
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| Under the surface, we the same nigga
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| I got that loaded semi that stain cement and paint pictures |