Y'all Know Me Lyrics - Flying Colours - Shad

Even if they don't seem what they oughta be 

I just let it go down 

Now I can make em see to the heart of me (y'all know me) 

And I let it go down 

If they don't seem what they oughta be 

I just let it go down 

I can make em see to the heart of me (y'all know me) 

And I let it go down 

(How should I begin, um.) 

What's a winner? What's this bitterness? 

It's crazy how we fight like Springer 

No Fight Night, it's not a game (give'r) 

I'm a globetrotter but not a baller or ball-spinner 

On this big ball spinning up on God's tall fingers 

All year, aw yea, spring, summer, fall, winter 

Remembering the saint that remembered we're all sinners 

Let my people go! (uhh Pharaoh they're talking to us) 

Rosa's still seated, saying "please don't get off of the bus" 

It's history, never her story and prophets get crushed 

Tough topics get hushed and life is often unjust 

I forget. then I remember to remember 

On the darkest days, the sun is still shining in December 

Being broke, yeah that's hard, but that legal ain't always tender 

I'm Hakeem's team focused with my dream in the center, let's move 

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Can Wesley Snipes get a Leslie Feist, what's good? 

I'm on a little win streak yo 

Jeremy Linnin', Tim Tebow 

How many them negro men can spend c-notes? 

Love be infinito, bring me that passion, that black Jim Caviezel 

I'm trying to be acting like he's really coming back in the sequel 

Really rap for the people 

We can do this music for half of the ego but 

Cats been gassed before Shad added diesel fuel 

To fire but one strike to the match can be lethal 

They say a bit of the fast life's addictive 

As a hit from a crack pipe 

The trap's, like, hidden like slipping that night on some black ice 

Makes people backbite, even backstab best friends with a jackknife 

B I'm in that fight, given miserable odds, fighting with self 

In a scrap between business and art 

I been given some scars, can't give in, still giving 'em bars 

Spit from the heart and I'll rip 'em apart 

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