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My own intent's not easy to see |
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I'm not the great communicator that I used to be, apparently |
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But I know what it means when I hear screams |
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And it's the sonics, not the phonics and it's all in the delivery |
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Now I'm learning 'bout what lies underneath |
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So if you catch me speaking through my teeth |
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Oh, you gotta stop me now |
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I keep my ear to the street |
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And I keep on reading lips and looks as I'm looking for that perfect beat |
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But I know it's all down to me |
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And if something's lost in the translation, I know I shouldn't take it so personally |
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But your s's look like f's to me |
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We been ebonic since we been thirteen |
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How you like me now? |
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They get detached from what's been going on |
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They feed you crap you can't keep growing on |
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They give you stats that tell you nothing at all |
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'Bout who you want to be |
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But your s's look like f's to me |
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We been ebonic since we been thirteen |
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How you like me now? |
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They get detached from what's been going on |
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They feed you crap you can't keep growing on |
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They give you stats that tell you nothing at all |
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'Bout who you want to be |
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Who you wanna be? |
