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Wake up your mind black people, it's ill |
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Superior people use superior skill |
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We can defeat any congressional bill at will |
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The hip-hop nation will prevail |
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all problems in society with inner city philosophy |
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The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt |
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Executed properly |
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I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately |
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three single syllable words per second |
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like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it |
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Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it |
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Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind |
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With constant conscience lyrical rhyme |
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At the end of time, I'll be in my prime |
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Read the sign, men, rhymin |
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like an oratorical shymin |
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I look still but I'm climbin |
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Newsflash here's the latest findin |
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Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart |
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Hip-hop displays art |
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The highest level of mental expression, play your part |
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Hook: |
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I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3) |
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Everybody knows |
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All these motherfuckers tryin to be large |
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with their two car garage just like El DeBarge |
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It's played out, fadin out, over |
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Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier! |
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I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator |
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Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour |
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Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin |
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Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin |
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with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin |
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linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin |
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But I'm already in 1999 |
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feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind |
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Rewind cos I got a little bit of time |
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Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine |
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I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity |
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positivity, purger of sensibility |
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to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility |
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O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity |
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I rock way hard you can't get wit me |
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or go wit me or float wit me |
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Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry |
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Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme |
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It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time |
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forget tryin ta get mine |
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I went from the park with my arc in the dark |
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A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart |
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Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way |
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If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today |
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Run away, run away, run away....little boy |
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Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys |
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Noise is what I hear |
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when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere |
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The blast master's here! |
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Hook (x2) |
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Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended |
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I see my schedule it's open-ended |
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I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner |
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What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner? |
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Now the teacher you retrudge |
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Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper |
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You'll get railed like the sleeper |
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No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style |
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that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile |
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you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild |
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This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile |
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or fertile {pronounced "fertil"} |
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Your reflex's slow like a turtle |
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Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals |
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Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst |
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I verse, I burst sua |
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Into a million children |
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in Tiananmen buildings |
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Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling |
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Enough of this reteric let's start building |
