We The People

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[Verse 1]
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We don't believe you 'cause we the 
people
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Are still here in the rear, ayo, we 
don't need you
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You in the 
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killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
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When we get hungry we eat the 
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same fucking food, the ramen noodle
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Your simple voodoo is so 
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maniacal, we're liable to pull a 
juju
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The irony is that this bad bitch in 
my lap
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She don't love me, she make money, 
she don't study that
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She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' 
tell me run it back
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She gon' take the brain to wetter 
plains, she spit on that
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The doors have signs with, don't try
 to rhyme with
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VH1 has a show that you can waste 
your time with
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Guilty pleasures take the edge off 
reality
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And for a salary I'd probably do 
that shit sporadically
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The OG Gucci boots are smitten with 
iguanas
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The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' 
commas
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Niggas in the hood living in a 
fishbowl
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Gentrify here, now it's not a shit 
hole
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Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
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Ain't settling because I ain't so 
bold

[Hook]
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but ay,  All you Black folks, 
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you must go
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All you Mexicans, you must go
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And all you poor folks, you must
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 go
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Muslims and gays, boy, we hate 
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your ways
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So all you bad folks, you must go

[Bridge]
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The fog and the smog of news media 
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that logs
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False narratives of Gods that 
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came up against the odds
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We're not just nigga rappers with 
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the bars
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It's kismet that we're cosmic with 
the stars

[Verse 2]
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You bastards overlooking street art
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Better yet, street smarts but you 
keep us off the charts
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So motherfuck your numbers and your 
statisticians
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Fuck y'all know about true 
competition?
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That's like a AL pitcher on deck 
talking about he hittin'
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The only one who's hitting are the 
ones that's currently spittin'
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We got your missy smitten rubbing on
 her little kitten
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Dreaming of a world that's equal for
 women with no division
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Boy, I tell you that's vision
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Like Tony Romo when he hitting 
Witten
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The Tribe be the best in they 
division
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Shaheed Muhammad cut it with 
precision
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Who can come back years later, still
 hit the shot?
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Still them tryna move we off the 
fucking block
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Babylon, bloodclaat
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Two pon yuh headtop

[Hook]
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All you Black folks, you must go
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All you Mexicans, you must go
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And all you poor folks, you must go
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Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your 
ways
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SSo all you bad folks, you must go
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(Air raid siren 30 beats)