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Hello new world, here we come
On them twinkie trains, with the hood screaming, "We're on our way"
Can't forget where I come from
invented to give sight
By the white man

We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does
Music (ASCAP)/Famous Music Corp(ASCAP)/Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP)
New lyrics & music by Cledus T. Judd/Chris Clark, Cledus Crap Anthems (SESAC)/Of Music
Yo son you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yooo! Niggas don't even know son
Yo check the joint, boom
table, that's where I honed my skills
Jaz made me believe the shit was real
Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee
Clark sought me out, Dame believed
and I'm black
and live in a movie, not livin by rules
New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews
Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say?
, chased cuffed and subdued me
Talked to me rudely, cause I'm young rich and I'm black
And live in a movie, not living by rules
New rap patrolling the city,
Clarks and only Nike sneaker 
In your speaker, is the new style 
Dedicated to the intelligent child 
In the front row, or behind me 
We're gonna pull
By Harry Nilsson A.S.C.A.P and Richard Starkey M.B.E.

got this, measure deceive
Ima clean up the block like you wouldn't believe
Call me Mr. Clean, aka Starkiano
Nine years later slid across the Verrazano
Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on what.
C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated know what I'm sayin'?
Yo son we gotta take it and go get the Clarks man
  Yo, check it out, yo
  Yo, I got a new, wooooo!!!  Niggaz don't even know son
  Yo check
at a freestyle
Meanwhile I'm manufactured by Profile
Mel-Ice, you got it goin on swiftly
They can't touch you and they can't get with me
I'm the King with
day by day, strivin to live like the Romans
Instead of shoppin at Lomans I want to roam the globe wearin robes
Fuck, designer clothes and them minor
God and get rich
Saw the D's fly by, in a New Yorker, yup, tints and shit
They made a right on me, them last two dicks
Know I seen 'em, Max loaded,
Yeah what you need?
Yeah let me get a large order of fries and uh
No fries
Excuse me?
No fries man
Oh, well must be out then
Alright then give me

[Y. Hova] 
I brought (holla) the whole hood with me

[Big Boi] 
You got red dirt in your afro

[Y. Hova] 
Young Hov' in the place to be
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
My feet never touch
Mic bright, lights, camera, action 
"You are, now, playing, a rapper" - ACTION

Yo, I speak clearly, for y'all to hear me
Rotate while I show
coat black"
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
The kids be rockin Clarks
with the prose where cops won't dare go
Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes
Still me - always have and will be
Ill G - it's silly to hate but
Tell me what you see, when you look at me
A G that's me, I don't know why
I live my life, like I don't care, I don't care

words then leave it alone

Let me start off by stating while the world's fading yo I'm creating
Promptly grab the mic to execute my mission
from, it be like, "run your coat black"
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from