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I know you can feel the magic baby
Turn the mother**** lights down
Esco whuttup?
I mean, it’s what you expected ain’t it?
Let’s go
Turn the music up and the headphones
Yeah, that’s perfect You got to take your time make a **** wait on this mother****
You make **** mad and **** like
**** usually start rappin’ after 4-bars **** go in
Let’s start dancin’ in this mother****
Yeah, we just come outta nowhere

(Nas and Jay-Z together)
I Feel Like A …..

[Jay-Z]
black republican, money I got coming in
cant turn my back on the hood I got love for them
Cant claim my act has been good, too much thug in him
I’ll probably end up back in the hood like f**k it then
rumblin’ over the oven, we was like brothers then
though u was nothin other than the son of my mothers friend
we had nothin then, who would have thought the love would end
I suppose that happens to all good things
never known it was the same song that all hoods sing
thought it was all wood grain, all good brain
we wouldn’t bicker like the other fools, talk good game
never imagine all the disaster that one good brang
could bring, should blame the game and I could
its kill or be killed, how could I refrain
jealousy evil and pride and this brings
its all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
the root of evil strikes again
this could sting, now the team got beef between the post and the point
this put the ring at jeopardy

Hook by Jay Z

I feel like… Black republican, money I got coming in
cant turn my back on the hood I got love for them
Cant claim my act has been good, too much thug in him
I’ll probably end back in the hood like f**k it then


Hook by Nas

I feel like a… Black militant taking over the government
cant turn my back on the hood too much love for them
Cant clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
I’ll probably end back in the hood I’m like f**k it then

[Nas]

I’m back in the hood they like “Hey Nas”
blowing on purp I’m pimpin off they lies
couple of fat cats couple of A.I.’s
dreaming of fly s**t instead of the grey skies
grey five’s, hate lies, wishing our reign dies
b**ches they slang pie’s and and ni**as they sing, why?
ni**as ain’t strong enough to handle their jail time
weak minds keep trying to keep follow the street signs
I’m standing on the roof of my building I feel it
the whirlwind of beef I inhale it
just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire
sipping 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire
could it be the forces of darkness
against hood angels of good that form street politics
mixed with sweet honest kids
turn illegal for commerce
to get his feet outta them Converse, that’s my word
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Hook by Jay Z

I feel like… Black republican, money I got coming in
cant turn my back on the hood I got love for them
Cant claim my act has been good, too much thug in him
I’ll probably end back in the hood like f**k it then

Hook by Nas

I feel like a… Black militant taking over the government
cant turn my back on the hood too much love for them
Cant clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
I’ll probably end back in the hood I’m like f**k it then

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

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