| (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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