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This is my language |
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Check it out, ya |
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The risk of blunderin' to rep in front of a couple a hundred kids knowin' my licks is humblin' |
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Spit the struggle of an addict to puff in them swisher split but the light that was lit, I quickly run from it |
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I turn away from that source inside, a slicker for happiness, thinkin' I need a store to buy it |
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Recordin's priceless but look at how important ice is |
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I thought rhymin was forever now it's imported diamonds |
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My point is eyein', music that's absorbed my life an' |
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You glorify guns, they bust sex and drugs of course they'll try it |
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And I can't even front like I didn't, cause I still do and that's why I'm spittin'. |
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I'm lookin' for this thing called moderation that I heard some found |
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The only problem with drugs is sometimes you gotta come down |
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I lived half my life numb and bud drowned and rum, vodka how many bucks 'ave I spent on dubstyle |
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I'm 23, look at my lungs now, the amount of THC from the swish of sweet blunt count? |
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I can't even conceive, that's why I run wild. In these streets like I was 13, like fuck now |
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I make that revolution music. But not for the army, A reminder against the vices that harm me |
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'Cause I could... never see how affected my lung is, you only get one shot at life, no ad-libs or punch ins |
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This is my language |
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Nah, nah, |
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My mom once told me that we're not finished products, homie, authors of a book, and the object is to write it slowly |
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This is my last 16, I'll go for it. Four years in college and this is all I have to show for it |
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I said, this is my last song, so here's my passion, 18 tracks, each one an attempt to take my mask off |
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Woo! The oral tradition's been passed on, while she ride the rhythm to the points that I'm a blast off |
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Hah, And as the music absorbs through me to be like don p. to be hearin' beats from my dorm room |
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XP! It's been a joy and blessin', my boy till my death and my step-cousin with voice from heaven |
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Yes, Budo! It was you who produced through, I am connected and now our friendship is the truth, dude |
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My last two, hafranoon [?] to acourse [?], I dedicate it to you, but this album's already yours, c'mon, |
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This is my language |
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I'm proud to say this is my language |
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I'm out |
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That's it |
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The language of my world |
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It's been a long journey, and a struggle indeed, and I'm so glad that it's over |
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Thank you for listening |
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Until next time |
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Peace and blessings |
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This is my language |
