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connect thoughts to collect shorts,
and only the strong survive...
I love my black people...we are the future...

{Nina Simone sample:
"Black is
the system. 
She said my name's Neil Schon but some people call me Nina Simone. 
Some people call me Andre Cymone. 
I've survived the eighties one time
the system. 
She said my name's Neil Schon but some people call me Nina Simone. 
Some people call me Andre Cymone. 
I've survived the eighties one time
grateful,
Speaking for myself but I'm sure I can speak for Dante,
I got to watch her show with Nina Simone and Harry Belafonte,
We used to chill at the Q?
hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna
hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna
you ready?

I wanna take you way back
To when a girl on a mike?s worth
Wasn't determined by the length of her skirt
I mean way back to creativity before
my bones
Aretha Franklin, that Shirley Caesar, that Miss Nina Simone
That Sade, that Love is King, that Coltrane, that Love Supreme
That Miles
ain?t never seen a UFO 
And I ain?t never seen a ho that?s more important that dough 
So Go

[Hook sung by Nina]
All I ever wanted was for him to see
Was
the wrong picture remix
I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner haha
The 1997 winner, of your respect 
High tech, you get the album or cassette that's
the wrong picture remix
I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner haha
The 1997 winner, of your respect 
High tech, you get the album or cassette that's
the wrong picture remix
I'm chillin with G. Simone eatin dinner haha
The 1997 winner, of your respect 
High tech, you get the album or cassette that's
[Intro]
I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on
Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he
But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...

[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem

Wait! Fuck that bitch
and zucchini
With your broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on 'em like bulimic
Pardon, my 'High Tymes' album a problem
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
money by the sewer
Broccoli head, lookin' kind of super
Life, right, almost white
She had a fresh shot, vice grip tight
She said don't stop, I said
think I need her,
She said her name was Nina,
She reminded me of my heater.
So I grabbed her by the waist, pull her back
And made her dump it!
splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang