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• 1 media/Front.jpg 2017-06-10T13:08:01-07:00 Complexion (A Zulu Love) 4 featuring Rapsody plain 2017-06-25T19:42:58-07:00 [Hook: ]
  ​Complexion (two-step)
  Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
  Complexion (two-step)
  It all feels the same (it's a Zulu love)
  
  Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin' sun
  Give a fuck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done
  Sneak (dissin’)
  Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga
  I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
  You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
  Even if master listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mention
  
  [Hook]
  
  Dark as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun
  Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
  Sneak (dissin')
  Sneak me through the back window, I’m a good field nigga
  I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
  You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
  Even if master's listenin', I got the world's attention
  So I'mma say somethin' that's vital and critical for survival
  Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never rival
  Beauty is what you make it, I used to be so mistaken
  By different shades of faces
  Then wit told me, "You're womanless, woman love the creation"
  It all came from God then you was my confirmation
  I came to where you reside
  And looked around to see more sights for sore eyes
  Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times with...
  
  [Hook]
  
  You like it, I love it
  You like it, I love it
  
  [Rapsody:]
  Let me talk my Stu Scott, ‘scuse me on my 2pac
  Keep your head up, when did you stop? Love and die
  Color of your skin, color of your eyes
  That’s the real blues, baby, like you met Jay’s baby
  You blew me away, you think more beauty in blue green and grey
  All my Solomon up north, 12 years a slave
  12 years of age, thinkin’ my shade too dark
  I love myself, I no longer need Cupid
  And forcin’ my dark side like a young George Lucas
  Light don’t mean you smart, bein’ dark don’t make you stupid
  And frame of mind for them bustas, ain’t talkin’ “Woohah!”
  Need a paradox for the pair of dots they tutored
  Like two ties, L-L, you lose two times
  If you don’t see you beautiful in your complexion
  It ain’t complex to put it in context
  Find the air beneath the kite, that’s the context
  Yeah, baby, I’m conscious, ain’t no contest
  If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed
  Ain’t no stress, jigga boos wanna be
  I ain’t talkin’ Jay, I ain’t talkin’ Bey
  I’m talkin’ days we got school watchin’ movie screens
  And spike yourself esteem
  The new James Bond gon’ be black as me
  Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, black tea
  And it’s all beautiful to me
  Call your brothers magnificent, call all the sisters queens
  We all on the same team, blues and pirus, no colors ain’t a thing
  
  Barefoot babies with no cares
  Teenage gun toters that don’t play fair, should I get out the car?
  I don’t see Compton, I see something much worse
  The land of the landmines, the hell that’s on earth