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• Artiste: Shad
• Titre: Yall Know Me
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[Hook] Even if they don’t seem what they oughta be I just let it go down Now I can make em see through the heart of me (y’all know me) And I let it go down If they don’t seem what they oughta be I just let it go down I can make em see through the heart of me (y’all know me) And I let it go down [Verse 1] (How should I begin, um..) What’s a winner What’s this bitterness It’s crazy how we fight like Springer No Fight Night It’s not a game (giv’er) I’m a globetrotter but not a baller or ball-spinner On this big ball spinning up on god’s tall fingers All year, aw yea Spring, summer, fall, winter Remembering the saint that remembered we’re all sinners Let my people go! (uhh Pharaoh they're talking to us) Rosa’s still seated, saying “please don’t get off of the bus” It’s history, never her story And prophets get crushed Tough topics get hushed And life is often unjust I forget.. then I remember to remember On the darkest days, the sun is still shining in December Being broke, yeah that’s hard But that legal ain’t always tender I’m Hakeem’s team focused With my dream in the center, let’s move [Hook] [Verse 2] Now I’m just trying to make it do what it should (never!) Can Wesley Snipes get a Leslie Feist, what’s good? I’m on a little win streak yo Jeremy Lin and Tim Tebow How many them negro men can spend c-notes? Love be infinito, bring me that passion, that black Jim Caviezel I’m trying to be acting like he’s really coming back in the sequel Really rap for the people We can do this music for half of the ego but Cats been gassed before Shad added diesel fuel To fire but one strike to the match can be lethal They say a bit of the fast life’s addictive As a hit from a crack pipe The trap’s, like, hidden like slipping that night on some black ice Makes people backbite, even backstab best friends with a jackknife B I'm in that fight, given miserable odds, fighting with self In a scrap between business and art I been given some scars, can’t give in, still giving ‘em bars Spit from the heart and I’ll rip ‘em apart [Hook]