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It's been a long time since |
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I hit you with freestyle |
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High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files |
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Kick back relax and watch as |
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I melt wax |
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Don't ever let a brother like me |
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Ride a dope track' |
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Cause once |
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I hit it with the |
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Vocltone It's mine |
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Have mother****ers rushn' to rewind' |
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Cause I'll flow slow |
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And still twist your tongues up |
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Rock the house from night |
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Till the sun's up' |
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Cause it really ain't how much you say |
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It's what you say |
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I got no ****in' time on the mic to play |
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I write rhymes with addition and algebra |
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Mental geometry don't even come at me |
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Talk'n that weak and popin' that bullshit |
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Get out my face a fool could get his head split |
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A lot of doubters said it couldn't be done by me |
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Them same suckers are now lookin' from under me |
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Wondern' what |
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I did? I didn't play myself kid |
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I respected my fans and made the high bid |
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Sometimes |
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I write my rhymes at night and fall asleep |
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Wake up with new techniques |
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Grab the pen and place it on some loose leaf |
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Nothin' soft, always the tough meat |
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The white paper and blue lines excite my mind |
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Not allown' me to stop the rhyme |
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Until the whole mother****in' book's complete |
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Then I write on the back of the sheets |
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I made promise to my brothers in street crime |
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We'd get paid with the use of a sweet rhyme |
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We put our minds together made the tracks clever |
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Now we're checkin' more bank than ever |
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Mind over matter |
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So you gotta have mind |
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PaleLike your brother say |
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Mind over matter |
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I can drop rhymes in two and threes and fours |
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I'd still have much shit left for encores' |
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Cause once my mind locks in on a dope idea |
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Mothercukin' ducks should stand clear' |
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Cause I'm a hit the topic point blank |
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It's jail ya better keep your shank' |
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Cause I got mine and |
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I'm out on a solo creep |
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Your face hits the concrete |
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You wanna roll with the niggas that don't play |
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I think you got false courage get out my damn way' |
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Cause the car |
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I'm in is rollin' full of men |
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No kids or boys, |
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E got the mac ten |
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Islam's got the |
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Zulu nation back up |
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DJ Aladdin's who hooked the ****in' track up |
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Syndicate's maken' the move with the ski mask |
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And I'm house'n the long cash |
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So now you realize you underestimated the ice |
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You thought that |
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I was ok but now you realize |
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I'm niceBut that's alright 'cause |
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I knew I'd make it in the end |
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Those who like me now might not of liked me then |
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But I'm a keep impressin' stressin' my lesson |
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And keep mother****ers guessin' |
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Armor plate my mind with walls and shields |
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As I escape from the killing fields |
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I can understand |
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Mind over matter |
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I know what it mean |
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Mind over matter |
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Mind over matter |
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Mind over matter |
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Mind over matter |
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Wise up move the tempo of this hype groove |
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You know this shit is dope |
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So what you try'n to prove |
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Vu's max as |
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Evil EMy niggaa dogs the wax |
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My brain's a handgrenade catch |
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I'm a hit you with an over load |
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Of bottomless thought |
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Reversin' all the shit you're taught |
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Then throw words at you |
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Syllable at a time |
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Your brain recites the rhyme |
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No matter what you do the power's over you |
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When you sleep you'll be say'n these rhymes too' |
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Cause the brain has the power to control all |
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Think positive you'll be unable to fall |
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Brain cells swell thought process becomes a trance |
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Makes you feel possessed to dance |
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I'll say I want a million my mind is so deep |
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I'll be bustin' a check for it next week |
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Like your brother say |
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Mind over matter |
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I know what it mean |
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Mind over matter |