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Change
the
world,
change
the
world,
change
the
world
Whats
up
with
all
these
Blonde
sistas?
I
pay
my
regards
to
only
God's
whispers
Because
of
that
I'm
calm
Playing
cards
with
Boa
Constrictors
I
come
from
a
star
in
the
wrong
system
The
victors
are
all
victims
Afflictions
grow
strong
tryna
solve
symptoms
The
head
of
the
class
walk
the
path
of
the
last
pharaohs
And
carry
the
flag
for
the
past,
but
the
path
narrows
The
titans
that
clashed
in
the
slums
while
they
cast
arrows
We're
turned
into
giants
by
the
sun
as
it
cast
shadows
I
gathered
my
scars
in
the
same
battles
I
swam
in
the
same
channels
With
rather
be
slain
than
enslaved
mammals
For
some
all
the
world
is
a
stage
with
a
stage
manager
For
others
the
world
is
a
cage,
hear
the
cage
rattle
Complaining
is
played
as
a
babe's
rattle
I
step
to
the
plate
like
I'm
Babe
or
Mantle
The
babe
that
became
adult
Want
every
platoon
on
the
hunt,
without
a
plaid
flannel
Whatever
buffoon
wanna
front
getting
manhandled
THE
RAIN
ISN'T
STUCK
ON
THE
WAY
THAT
IT
DROPS
THE
WAVES
GONNA
WELCOME
THE
RAIN
A
girl
with
a
fat
booty
that
hardly
could
act
in
a
whack
movie
That
hardly
could
rap
tryna
rap
to
me
That
hardly
could
scratch
tryna
mix
records
That
hardly
had
tracks,
maybe
six
records
They
ain't
eighty
six
'cause
she
looked
sick
nekkid
She
pouting
her
lips
every
six
seconds
Promoters
appraise
like
they
playing
checkers
for
who
gonna
take
seconds
As
sorcerers
wait
till
they
waive
censors
We
waiting
to
wave
scepters
And
showing
our
fangs,
who's
afraid
of
specters?
The
colors
I
wave
wouldn't
stay
in
spectrums
We
ain't
even
pay
attention
We
shoulder
the
weight,
it
ain't
worth
paying
mention
Don't
run
with
a
dame
'cause
a
dame's
fetching
We
run
with
a
dame
'cause
her
profession
is
playing
her
position
I'm
not
talking
about
hoes
or
staying
home
in
the
kitchen
I'm
talking
about
queens,
homey
those
different,
they
roll
for
the
whole
mission
My
mrs.
ain't
submissive
A
leader,
I
don't
need
her
to
do
my
dishes
I
need
her
to
do
my
stitches
THE
RAIN
ISN'T
STUCK
ON
THE
WAY
THAT
IT
DROPS
THE
WAVES
GONNA
WELCOME
THE
RAIN
Don't
ask
me
why
my
garb
regal
Defiers
of
odds
seen
as
odd
people
They
swarm
on
the
swans,
ducklings
The
seagulls
on
bald
eagles
Nobody'd
have
thought
I
would
thwart
evil
I
weathered
the
storm
Fetal,
my
collar
deformed
I
was
born
feeble
I
made
a
decision
while
I's
sitting
in
the
incubator
To
never
cave
in
or
hesitate
to
show
em
what
I'm
made
of
Any
plan
that
was
B
or
C
or
greater,
I'll
see
ya
later
And
lately
graduated
from
alpha
male
to
alpha
omega
Neighbors
I'll
tell
you
how
to
spot
a
traitor
They
answer
to
ultimatums
They
famous
for
finding
something
to
be
afraid
of
They
buckle,
corrupting
for
a
buck
instead
of
honest
labor
Any
buck
that
needs
claiming
they
pass
it
like
a
hot
potato
That
type
of
success
is
all
accountable
to
sexual
favors
They've
tasted
from
strawberry
to
cherry,
all
the
condom
flavors
From
Lifestyles
to
Trojan,
play
Lifestyles
of
the
Poor
and
Dengerous
For
em,
lord,
it's
like
playing
a
foreign
language
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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