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Yea (yeaaah)

Come on

Uhh

Yeah

Kweli

Yo Yo

Ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder

My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter

It ain't commercial or underground, its true cause I

(Wanna be good to you)

Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name

Like the lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain

Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain cause (wanna be good to you)

We make the squares dance, and get the do like dotsey

Y'all niggaz roll with pussy-cats like Josey

All spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries yo

I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary yo

Swooping the industry, like a bird to prey

My stance has got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae

I heard them say I was a conscious rapper

But I'm a monster when I hafta smack the shit out of a nonsense actor

Using my 'hands solo' and I don't need chewy

Over your head like Yamakas and Koofies yo

Fuck the screen gems y'all niggaz act in B movies

Type of niggaz proud to be groupies

Followers in the herd running over the cliff

I'm the Buffalo Soldier, smoke ya like a dread like rasta

blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high

Like you holding blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip

Looking to hit cops, now that's a 4 alarm

Black queen falling on my arms, you could call it charm

Mater fact call it what you want, its up to you bro

(Wanna be good to you)

Yea

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