Crooked I - Light Up lyrics

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Crooked I - Light Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] Is it my fault I can go deeper than most you rappers can? Send prayers to all the families in Pakistan Let 'em build a mosque over by Ground Zero Every m**m in America does not support the Taliban First off, I'm a political boss Take Malcolm Little than cross him with my criminal thoughts, yeah I done seen the houses n***as done bought I'ma take it further, I'm about to go live in a vault, ahh yeah Living like a greedy vulture Cut me deep enough and find some afrocentric culture All about peace when I approach ya If the elephant is in the room is beef, consider me the poacher Yeah, this is for La Raza Talking to revolutionaries in Swahili, Oru Wusasa Always keep a bad chick in mi casa Shouts out to my homegirl Lea**a Naw, I'm not the dude you a**ume I been here even before leaving my mothers womb I also, been here for many moons That's why my body's missing from my egyptian tomb Listen, what if Coretta Scott never buried her husband What if there was never a need for Harriet Tubman Prejudice is how some Americans function Then the sheriffs come and lock me up for carrying guns in Ever since we got a black President They say racism is dead but where's the evidence Sean Bell, Oscar Grant, what do they represent, huh? My skin is hated as it's ever been And since God made me black instead of white I keep a burner like Turner, I mean Nat instead of Ike Rappers can unite every race under the sun Hand wrapped around a mic, homie I'm the one Eastside, Long Beach, the son of Osiris Dropped out of mystery school though my grades were the highest They gone mention Crook in history, fool, maybe I'm biased Cause he is I and I am your highness Bow down in the presence of a Pharaoh Strike a peasant in the heart with a golden bow and arrow 44 in the apparel, I will blow a barrel Shake the dice on the flo', oh I'm taking your DeNiro I used to eat peanut bu*ter out the jar Now it's peanut bu*ter guts when my doors ajar In a gorgeous car, pull up the Porsche and park In the Beverly Hills Oyster Bar, the boy's a star!

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