"beatin'[/beaten] up ya block, yeah i get my Emmett Till on..."
stoned along the road and then showed chrome, a hole-blown dome,
barbed wire rope-tied to his throat and thrown over
water, often it was thought that he ought to have
choked on his charm and kept from provoking those older misters...
from fourteen to mortally disfigured
countless splinters, insurmountable dents and deep ditches digging into his dark skin
monsters embarking on broken whims,
partial remains parting from hopeless kin
a grimace made it's way across my face as i listened
what a potent quote this is,
joking about a kid who exposed his wit
in the wrong place, at the wrong time...
and in light of the freestyle, some of you may still say Wayne's rhyme is harmless,
and even kind of sublime...
well let's listen to a Homie in Paris,
and surely "goin' gorillas" isn't erroneous?
or how many times has a careless role model spit a line about
Jigga's "nigga lips"?
Nicki's hips or Tina's hits?
isn't someone who's little[/Lil'] or [Y]oung considered a kid?
and remember those 2 Chainz laid out around our necks, ankles and wrists?
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O say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the limelight's last gleaming,
Whose faux stripes and tripe stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the vanguards we watched, were so valiantly streaming?
And the master's dead glare, the whips bursting through air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of enslaved?
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especially 3:33-3:39
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