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ayo ayo |
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well guess who's taken over this |
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just like supreme soviet |
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is down by lord's gover |
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fit up all the fist |
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brown skinned man |
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as puerto rican places |
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still making plans |
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while they make the better |
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i spit better |
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the quite essential mic phenom |
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the rhyme dealin |
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when dealing true fellon and |
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this new world up |
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we like to call hold up |
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hold what a greater free and the unknown wrong with host of future |
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black moguls |
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blue collar whites |
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with the mic define roaches |
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that's utopia |
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I'm getting over ya |
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hell gets the lead head heart |
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when I hold it to the paper write a song |
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so you all can sing along |
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**** that |
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i reggea along |
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so your school's out |
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as bombs over baghdad and iraq |
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two at same time |
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I'm sick of you Labrons |
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you're praying when game time |
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Surviving the storm |
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up go multiple forms |
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psychodelic with the relic stargate to beyond |
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2001 space osessy in the sun |
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like try 'em in the game so deep in the blood |
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following hope |
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pushin over stumbling blocks |
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holding on to the little bit of love that I've got |
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for my peoples in the city stapping cultivate on |
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to my peoples in the country that we built in they homes |
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to my fathers that paying child support to their kids |
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to my dolling out brothers in jail doing bits |
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keep your head up |
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heart strong |
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with fists in the air |
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keep your weight up |
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for Cise Star |
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we're taing advance of brief |
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We're gonna kill it with the spirit of change |
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I be the only brother fed other flames |
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Move it to this |
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move it do it |
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make your daddy proud |
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proud |
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now we speak into |
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shit too deep |
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we stack up a crowd |
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ayo |
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they go |
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I see people how they want to be seen |
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just an another human being tryin makin a dream |
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it's the little thing that mean so much in this life |
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So I'ma treat you like a brother |
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**** a wicked device |
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be the more better blues |
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when you are good you lose |
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be the black man surviving |
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paying my dudes |
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being ridiculous wickedness |
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I'm singing on news |
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that makes up witty cam |
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hit a missle |
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what do we do |
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cultivation new experience |
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open your arms |
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place everything around you cause living with god |
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holding on |
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holding strong |
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cause we're living it now |
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keep it on |
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hope is on |
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cause love is found |
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for real |
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speak easy to the gravel on streets |
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ask for more than beats |
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immanent inner heat |
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be many many tears casue the role is harsh |
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striving in the city of god |
