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    Gather 'round
    I'm glad everybody came out tonight
    As we stand on our neighborhood corner
    Know that this fire that's burning represents the passion you have
    Keisha, tammy, come up front
    I recognize all of you
    Every creed and color
    With that being said

    Fuck your ethnicity
    You understand that?
    We gon' talk about a lot of shit that concerns you
    All of you
    (Now everybody throw your hands up high
    If you don't give a fuck
    Throw your hands up high
    Now I don't give up a fuck if you
    Black, white, asian, hispanic, goddammit
    Yellow p, sugar p, fuck your ethnicity, nigga

    Fire burning inside my eyes
    This the music that saved my life
    Y'all be calling it hip-hop
    I be calling it hypnotize
    Yeah, hypnotize
    Trapped my body but freed my mind
    What the fuck is you fighting for?
    Ain't nobody gonna win that war
    My details be retail
    Man, I got so much in store
    Racism is still alive
    Yellow tape and colored lines

    Fuck that, nigga look at that line
    It's sold out first day
    Getting off work
    And they wanna see kendrick
    Everybody can't drive benz's, and I been there
    So it make it my business
    Stay giving my full attention, 10-hut!
    Man, I gotta get my wind up
    Man, gotta get down with God
    Cause I got my sins up
    Matter of fact, don't mistake me
    For no fucking rapper
    They sit backstage and hide
    Behind the fucking cameras

    I mosh pit
    Had a microphone and I tossed it
    Had a brain, then I lost it
    I'm out of my mind, so don't
    You mind how much the cost is
    Penny for my thoughts
    Everybody, please hold up your wallets
    Yeah man, I'm the mailman
    Can't you tell, man?
    Going postal, never freeze up
    When I approach you
    That's star struck and roast you, oh my

    I'm tired of y'all
    Cause everybody lied to y'all
    Do you believe it?
    Recognize them false achievements
    It's treason and I'm tylenol
    I knock out when you knock it off
    Knock on the doors of opportunity
    I'm too involved, I'm no activist
    I'm no einstein before calculus
    I was kicking in math
    Dropping that science

    Like an alchemist, and I be
    Kicking that ass
    Lyrically, I'm ufc, if a ufo
    Had came for me
    I'mma come back with the head of an alien
    Don't alienate, my dreams
    Get it right, get a life
    I got 2
    That's a metaphor for the
    Big shit I do, boy
    Tmi, tsa, man I'm fly
    Put wings on my back
    That a plane or angel? Both
    Like a pilot with a halo - whoa

    I don't mean, nothing
    So many things come through
    Them, him, her, you
    Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
    I'm just a messenger
    Yeah I know life's a bitch
    Get the best of her
    Put them 3's up
    They notice that we up
    Hiipower and the power and the people
    And if they don't believe us
    They'll die

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