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NAS( Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones )
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Black Republican [Clean]
Lyricist:Shawn C Carter, Wyatt E L Coleman, Carmine Coppola, Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis
I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the mother**** lights down Esco whuttup? I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? Let's go
Turn the music up and the headphones Yeah, that's perfect You got to take your time make a **** wait on this mother**** You make **** mad and **** like
**** usually start rappin' after 4-bars **** go in Let's start dancin' in this mother**** Yeah, we just come outta nowhere
I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it then'
Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend We had governin', who would of thought the love would end Like ice cold album, all good things
Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign
Could bring, should blame the game, and I could It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain? And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thing To the pressure for success can put a good strain
On a friend you call best and yes it could bring Out the worst in every person, even the good an' sane Though we rehearsed, it just ain't the same When you put in the game at age sixteen
Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and miss things Jealousy, ego and pride, and this brings It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The route evil strikes again, this could sting
Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point This puts the ring in jeopardy indefinitely
I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it then'
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'
I'm back in the hood, they like, 'Hey Nas' Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they lives Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s Dreamin' of fly **** instead of them gray skies
Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign dies Pitch, sling pies, and **** they sing, 'Why'? Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street signs
I'm standin' on the roof of my building I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire
Could it be the forces of darkness Against hood angels of good that forms street politics Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce To get his feet out of them Converse, that's my word
I feel like a Black Republican, money keep comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back of the hood, I **** it then
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'
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