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yc the cynic - hunts point diaspora lyrics

[verse 1]
black was a disadvantage, we turned strength
you turned straight to a ditch and panicked
feared for your life when you veered right to another planet
families so used to famine that we don’t know we’re famished
if we don’t know you then we don’t owe you no f-cking answers
you left us to be a leftist and now we f-cking panthers
you wrecked the h0m–erectus and made us marilyn manson
and though you left with our legends you left us chairman hampton
we put our hands to the heavens and clipped our hedges
we hand in hand with our blessings
our message go hand and hand with the brethren we breaking bread with
precious money is just as oppressing as any weapon
raising rent tryna press all us negus closer together
put a f-cking liquor store in the middle and call it ghetto
put a complex right where we left and call it progression
value this lesson properly, property values lessons
soon as hip hop stepped into your sector, but any second i’mma bounce

[hook]
(bounce, bounce, bounce)
who wanna get out?
focus your energy where it counts
homie, i said bounce, bounce
who wants to get out?
get your belongings up out your house
homie, i said bounce, bounce
who wanna get out?
get all your money from your accounts
homie, i said bounce, bounce
who wanna get out?
get your belongings up out your house
homie, i said bounce

[verse 2]
black was a disadvantage, we turned strength
you turned gray when we didn’t panic
we made change from throne change when it didn’t damage
threw cocaine through closed gates, but we didn’t vanish
the most rebellious souls reusing dirty canvas
they used to see us as rouge, but now we running rampant
upon your campus, enrolled in the most advanced cl-sses
who would’ve known the son of a slave could get his master’s?
you gotta imagine being attacked for being attached to being a b-st-rd
descendants of savages, defending being abandoned
instead of being in bandages, banned from being in status
a hazard, born and raised, arranged to be in a casket
i pray for the nuns and pastors, seeing the past tense speaking the p-ssage
cause rapping in godly fashion, don’t p-ss, even in p-ssing
i bet if you found your p-ssion you wouldn’t be so p-ssive
but there goes the trap of seeing the trap and being trapped in

[hook]

- yc the cynic lyrics

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