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Twenty-one little pink salamanders pass me by tonight
Twenty-one little red tongues are flickering in my sight
Amphibious thoughts are flowing with
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white

A nigga black, but he
promise black was white
For twenty four Hours of your love
I'd believe wrong was right
For twenty four hours with your love
I'd lead a simple life 
For
20/20
20/20
20/20
20/20

It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20

I tell nickel and dimers try
Do you resent the fact that people
Make a special deal out of you
Perhaps becoming a white champion in a black dominated sport?
(Yo, I fuck up
the saxophone section

And if you ain't the big daddy
You ain't nobody
If you ain't the big daddy
You ain't nobody
Red and yellow, black and tan
But white
If I were black, and I lived here
I'd want to be, a big man in the FBI or the CIA
But as I'm not and of course I don't
And as I'm free white
I was at that smart ass time of my life
Where id pick a fight just to pick a fight
If he said black, I said white
If he took one side I took
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

30's the new twenty, nigga 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
Everything is just spieces of my stupid dreams

With the clouds passin' by
With the clouds passin' by
It's all right

7twenty7 is close to the sky
It
Everything is just spieces of my stupid dreams

With the clouds passin' by
With the clouds passin' by
It's all right

7twenty7 is close to the sky
It
not twenty-seven

Watch the computer
Sit by the telephone
Waiting for hours
Video games
Books on the bed
Cards I never sent
It's not like
Innocence, is dead

Four and twenty black boys singing in the street
Getting high, most things, wishing they were free

My angel, my devil, my hell, my
is dead

Four and twenty black boys, singing in the street
Getting high on most things, wishing they were free, yeah

My angel, my devil, my hell,
dreams 
Everything is just spieces of my stupid dreams 

With the clouds passin' by 
With the clouds passin' by 
It's all right 

7twenty7 is close
On the other side where the cowboys at
Where the brown blast black 
And the black blast right back
That's a fact in the city where I'm from
You better get
the sheepskin black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah

Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four,
I breathe the air
I watch the sun
Rise and fall
In twenty-four hours
I breathe

Silver rivers reflect the sun
On black highways I will be done
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
Black and white plates, out of state, 
Running a little bit late

Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don't miss it
Rolling
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

30's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by the songs
Automobile noise
Out in the traffic
Black cars and blue cars go by
Backwards and forward
The names and places I know
Alright I cross the same
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
have to (???)

I want the thirty two-twenty
Made on a forty-five frame
I want the thirty two-twenty
Made on a forty-five frame
And a red, white and blue
World black and white and I'm colorblind!
All I see is green, and them dollar, signs

Black on black hoodie with the black mask
White on white
a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door
You can't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across the floor
Twenty big Italians had me bent down