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| (feat. Dice Raw, P.O.R.N., Talib Kweli) [Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli] (I will not apologize) I will not apologize (I will not apologize) I will not apologize This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize Some won't get it for that I won't (I will not apologize) I will not apologize (I will not apologize) I will not apologize This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize Some won't get it for that I won't apologize [P.O.R.N.] I'm so sick cause I'm infected but but I don't need a medic Need a liquid anesthetic, let me show you how I get it I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I don't sweat it You can bitch, you can dead it, you can take it there like FedEx Nothing sweet diabetic, big dog can't pet it Pack an L then I wet it then I fill it till it's pregnant (Take the high back) face it everybody got a favorite I embrace it like I date it but my grandma think I chase it (Like oh yeah) I told her that her baby moving slower Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma (And got right back) at it with a little black 'matic Lay you down craft-matic, then I'm gone, black magic (To the hideout) you don't want to gamble with the devil Especially when them chewy blueys got me on another level Cuz my teacher think I'm slow but my momma think I'm special But even she know I'm coming back like an echo. [Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli] [Dice Raw] For the statements I'm about to make I will not apologize Niggas talk a lot of shit, really need to stop the lies Jewels rented, cars rented, homie that ain't authentic Acting tough on TV but to me you seem a little timid Don't blame the nigga, blame America, it's all business Acting like a monkey is the only way to sell tickets Shit I can dig it, niggas gossip silly digits White kids buy it, it's a riot when we talking about pimping Or sipping on old English brew or whatever they think we do Spraying double Uzis cuz you know they think we live in zoos The problem is with this everyone seems to be real confused The niggas on the streets to the old people that watch the news And watch BET and the crazy shit they see They associate with you do the same shit to me When you look at me you see just a nigga from the projects But can't understand this nigga's mind set but still [Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli] [Black Thought] Yo, a revolution's what it's smelling like, it ain't going be televised Governments is hellified, taking cake and selling pies I ain't got a crust or crumb, to get some I'd be well obliged Murder is comodified, felon for the second time Never was I into chasing trouble I was followed by Facing trouble with no alibi, had to swallow pride Vilified, victimized, penalized, criticized Ran into some people that's surprised I was still alive Look into my daughter's eyes, wonder how can I provide Got to get from A to B but how can I afford to drive? Messed around, tried to get a job and wasn't qualified Had to see a pal of mine, got to get the lightning rod Now I'm in the black Impala looking for the dollar sign Palms get the itching man I got to get the calamine Before I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5 I will not be conquered by, I will not apologize [Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli] |
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