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Ayo, the hotter the summer, the cooler the fall |
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The lesser you stress her, the quicker she call |
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Now whether you short, or whether she tall |
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The later you bust, the louder she bawl |
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Now that was for them, this is for y'all |
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The more for the little store, the less for the mall |
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The smarter your plan, the better for all |
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You fail in the plan, you plannin' to fall |
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United we stand, divided we fall |
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The quicker they come, the harder they fall |
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You straddle defense, pickin' a brawl |
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You loved by none, hated by all |
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See eloquent words, never the wise |
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Keeping it simple, teaching it real |
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Live by the sword, die by the sword |
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Swinging for justice, **** how you feel |
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Rappers with deals, tuck in they shines |
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**** the chains, I'm talkin' 'bout rhymes |
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Maybe they got 'em and maybe they don't |
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Maybe they spit 'em and maybe they won't |
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Nevertheless, ****in' with mine |
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Never the best, better with time |
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Movin' the body, sparkin' the mind |
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Keepin' the real heads pressin' rewind |
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[Hook] |
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I feel good! Ahoooooooo! About Hip-Hop! (x4) |
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I feel good! |
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[Verse 2] |
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Ayo, you feelin' the song, you happy it's yours |
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You diggin' the cadence, you heard it before |
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You know it's the freak for many emcees |
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Maybe ya Kool Keith or maybe it's Breeze |
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Maybe ya Flava Flav or maybe it's Meli Mel |
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Or Maybe it's Run or maybe it's L.L. |
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I'm makin' it mine, ya dissin' it fine |
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Don't take it too personal, it's only a rhyme |
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A minute has passed, a sucker was born |
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One minute you're here, next minute you're gone |
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If you can predict the shit I'ma say |
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Initial my name, you know that it's justice |
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I saw your mistake, don't take it too far |
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Take kindness for weakness, the man for a star |
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With either extreme, you're mentally dead, |
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Take heed to the words, J-Live has just spoken |
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Ya did it again, you thought I was jokin' |
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You tryin' to fix, but you know it is broken |
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You need to sit back, nod your head to the track |
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And check out the lyrics so you can react |
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Like this! |
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[Hook] |
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[Interlude - Woman Speaking] |
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Okay, just relax, get very comfortable |
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Relax, trust me, close your eyes, now just listen for a moment |
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Listen to the sounds of the room around you |
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Remember that you are in a studio, a recording studio, |
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With your name on one mat |
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You're in the mic booth, you look around |
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It's one huge empty mic booth |
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You notice that the walls are painted in black |
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The mic is black, the windows tinted black |
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And all you can see is a very old computer screen |
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Five letters flashing on and off |
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You can barely see what the letters spell |
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You lean closer to the screen, the letters become clearer |
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And the word is rhyme |
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[Verse 3] |
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Ayo I'm trapped in the mind of a mad man literally |
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It's not a metaphor kid, pay attention |
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Reporting to you live from this first dimension |
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In the real crowded room, I just want some attention |
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And since you lack the bright, like high beams at night |
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The silence of the noise is deafenin' to hear |
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My lack long vision is the jack of a position |
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But I can't tell if I'm in the front of the rear |
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Formless I don't know if I'm a circle or square |
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Let alone solid liquid or air |
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I'm completing myself |
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But can't confirm or deny if I'm actually here |
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That's quite a ****ed-up predicament, yeah |
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I fell at home but I gotta escape |
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This paradox in a box, I'm intent to solve this mystery |
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I'm made up of dreams and nightmares |
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Soliloquies, dialogues, arguments |
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Fantasies, memories, imagery, symmetry, alcohol, history |
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Love, life, death, joy, remorse and sympathy |
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Actions, wishes, reactin' and hopin' |
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But everytime the beat comes the door opens |
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The out-of-our-body experience is showing me |
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Jettin' from the exit, the entrance, the outlet |
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I'm strapplin' through veins, blood vessels and muscle tissue |
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Till it goes pitch black, and I still don't know if I'm out yet |
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I wake up from the blackout, finish with the race |
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Confined in a two-dimensional blank space |
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Looking back on my original birth place |
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Now taking the shape of a young black face |
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Parts of my physical erased and replaced |
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What was sight and sound is now feel and taste |
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I **tal a fruit punch laced with toothpaste |
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I'm shot from a cannon with amazing grace |
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My identity revealed with the mystery solved |
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I see my purpose in life as I travel through time |
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Ridin' the beat through audio wires recording venaire |
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Waves hit your minds, I'm a J-Live rhyme |
