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nawi - repertoire, ditto lyrics

man, i really like this one, but it ain’t finished

it ain’t

it ain’t what?

(hook, or something like it)
i don’t enjoy it as much
so you know yourself enough to not say never
enough to not say
i do, i do, i do, although i don’t enjoy it as much
so you know yourself enough to not say never
i sum times say yes it’s rather divisive
to who’s counting your losses plotting for better

i do, i do, i do
although i don’t enjoy it as much

so you know yourself enough to not say never

some times, say yes, it’s not that clever
to whose counting your losses plotting for better

ill-strious, luxurious, pentagrams p-ss a pentecost
scotch in a bottle, the tape is yellow gloss
a fiend’s halloween, a maven can’t be hedonistic and headless
a judas screams save isaiah before billie jean

on behalf of the masquerade/
a pimp’s favorite food is watermelon and honeydew/
cuz’ they both shaped like the word o/
and they both rhyme with the word ‘know’/
add a tal’m’bout after/
then apr-ns and afghans/
jansports, p-ssports to new ports/
and several second plans/
animate a blaxploit’ backhand/
fake to a muslim man/
p.o. wins again/
“i ain’t mad at cha” plays again/
try to make amends with a thumper and her chitlins below the bible belt/
again/
i know what the h-ll a scorn and grudge issss/
fire and brimstone seeears/
but ain’t hot like maybelline teeears/
repeating the same line for a thousand years/
a thousand times a thousand years/
ain’t no thous in here/
sound like shalts in here/
shouts in ears/
like i’m peace/
(=)
got a problem with pleasing peers?
all you talk is debeers and kays/
like. you. want. us. all. to. die, man
like-what-the-fa’-i-just-say
-sigh- man
some of y’all pray with the e/
and leave the ‘aye’ wit the kids/
conflict resolution cracks me up to hear/
cuz’ they look at your monkey -ss/
and stress an appeal/
flex on you from both sides/
de-masculinization is real/
the tab is to stretch the years or the bills/

all a field ni–a want is some hows for the real/
and all a house ni–a want is a field (can you feel…me my ni–a)
40 acres and a fool the wisdom well travelled with fear

blah, blah, blah/
behind the free throw my knees sore/
sumphin, sumphin/
spikes in a black star/
don’t say that, don’t say that/
on a soap box from dallas/
who shot j r?
ni–a you old!

- nawi lyrics

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