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Talkin' practice baby Only thing is I'm not the shooter I'm the bullet, bitch [Verse One: Kanye West] They say your attitude determines your latitude
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once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would become Mexicans. So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino
I put about thirty in my mouth so now they feel me when I speak Yeah I'm Trae the Truth you betta go ask him who the streets And ask him who that in the black on black
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, muthafuckas, we'll open ya Apple testa rostin' ya, I splack and basses open up Rearrange ya face, stick the 4-4 Magnum close enough Black lack, ocean
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your necktie from bobbing Life's a stage, street's the cage We dungeon rats Outkast and Goodie Mobbin Enough
We ain't ready, to have a black President, huh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks I wake
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in France, to relieve Turkish pressure on Russian forces in the Caucasus, and, by gaining control of Istanbul and the straits, to provide a direct link with Russia via the Black
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