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Yes..Every day somebody ask me where all the real mc's is at? |
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They underground |
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There's mad talented cats underground with that raw shit |
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Yaknowwhat'msayin? bringin them raw skills |
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Yaknowwhati'm sayin? |
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Really, to me.. |
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It's a small wonder, like vicki, why |
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I'm pickyThese niggas suck like hickies |
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And still get the shit they slip in like mickies |
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I'm sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators |
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With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors |
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Like a river how |
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I run through it, |
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I do it so cold |
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Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old |
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You runnin your mouth, but don't really know what you be talkin about |
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You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out! |
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Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness |
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Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness |
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I'm like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots |
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My point is, your flow can stop! |
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By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home |
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Everybody lookin at you, fish tank syndrome |
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In full effect, |
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I stay catchin lyrical rep |
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And keep it blacker than the back of your neck |
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What you expect, that shit's hollerin |
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Cause we developin the followin |
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Gettin played like stone love tapes and dollar vans |
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Order reverse your universe so your demise is first |
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Before your rise it gets worse |
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You need a night nurse like gregory |
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Beggin me - stop it hurts! - is what you say to me |
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Like that's supposed to mean somethin? |
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You the one |
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I seen frontin in the club |
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Your act I don't buy it, |
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I got the dub |
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love |
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love |
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love |
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love |
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Come on everybody, come on just show your love |
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Chorus: *chanted in background* |
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Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4x*[mos def] |
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Visions occupy my synaptic space |
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Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape |
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The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges |
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Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges |
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Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops |
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Eavesdrop; and hear the incline of sunshine, nine |
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Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit |
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They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it |
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I follow suit, and face it, embrace it |
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Shinin bright, but still |
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I'm careful not to waste it |
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Destined to rise, because |
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I'm basement adjacent |
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Spirit is still so just chill and be patient |
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Some heads approach like |
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I'm the one to base with |
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Clowns about to scream and shout but don't say shh.. |
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I ain't your student so |
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I ain't to be tested |
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I'm majestic, |
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I represent my strength without effort |
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My, method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks |
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My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics |
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Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience |
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I must represent, |
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I don't come off with no corniness |
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It's all luminary, despite commentary |
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Some people say, mos how you get so? |
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My sign will make you jump around like calypso |
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And, murmur to yourself like a schizo |
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There ain't no bottom on the ? ? ? |
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Chorus[talib kweli] |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on |
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Here we go. blackstar, hop on the blackstar line |
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We bout to take y'all home. |
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Yaknowwhatimean? here we go... |
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We got all markets on lock |
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From meat to stock |
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Blackstar, what? throwin like head rock in bars |
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Men flock to where we are, cause it's the place to be |
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Grab my paint, jump on stage and deface emcees |
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We sell our souls like spawn and come for the drone |
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I sit upon |
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Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on! |
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Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track |
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Passin the mic's like quarterbacks |
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Of course it's phat, get off of that! |
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Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack |
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Out of fear of being called a hater, imagine that! |
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We ain't havin that reachin past the star status that you grabbin at |
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My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat |
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So floss, cause what it costs ain't worth it to me |
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Cause I'm the one these spice girl emcees wannabe |
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But they can't, ain't no points forever, so why bother? |
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Cause your girl calls my name out like clarence carter |
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Clarence carter, clarence carter!(I be strokin, that's what I be doin) |
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Aiyyo, as we rock harder |
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And always drop the bonified head nodders |
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Aiyyo, later for the hater-players |
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Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players |
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ChorusBlackstar keeps shining |
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ChorusBlackstar keeps shining |
