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(Zion) |
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Original master, architect |
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Intel-lect, respect |
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My heart full of splinters |
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Agitating, so frustrating |
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Letting dreams stay as dreams |
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What are you waiting, for? |
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Feel the score, deep in your center |
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Immaculate is the conception enter |
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My dragon ways, for so many days |
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I rode on a ship with a hull full of slaves |
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A foreign land, foreign mind, foreign time |
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A foreign design to keep my people blind |
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I'm, a rebel in a system that don't give a fuck |
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Where CEO's feed your death |
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To earn a buck |
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And people get stuck |
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Followin the trends |
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Of a TV generation |
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But where does it end? |
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You can say amen |
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But you really got to feel it |
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Then every time you see a snake |
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You'll reveal it |
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(hook) |
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Seem like everybody trippin' |
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Or is it me, bein normal nowadays |
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It'll drive you crazy |
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Go to work 9 to 5 everyday, no retreat |
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You got to have a dollar |
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Just to get somethin' to eat |
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It seem like everybody trippin' |
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Or is it I? Crazy lady walkin around |
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Shoutin curses at the sky |
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Instrumentals be the lullaby |
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Rhyme stimuli, now come along |
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And vibe as we praise most eyes |
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You be trippin' |
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Why is you trippin, why is you trippin'? |
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(Zion) |
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Now in this rap consortium |
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There's a whole colosseum |
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Of fake rap cats |
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Who tax human beings |
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Just a micro-cosm |
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Of a larger macro-problem |
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I sit with my pen and pad |
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Imagine ways to solve 'em |
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You can call me a dreamer |
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But I do not need a Beamer |
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To validate existence |
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I'm blessed in every instance |
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False pretense |
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Is what angers me the most |
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I'm good at counter attacks |
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Don't try to play me close |
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Don't toke toast, just roast |
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With my rhythm and give 'em |
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A hundred percent of what i'm livin |
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If it seemed like super ??? |
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God must've lied |
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When he told me he will die |
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On the road that i fly |
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Keepin' me high |
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Rockin till the day that i die |
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If i told y'all people once |
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why is you trippin? why is you trippin? |
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(hook) |
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(Zion) |
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Most of us settle for less |
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Which really ain't fresh |
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I travel east to west |
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To chart progress |
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I found the common denominator |
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To always be stressed |
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And make me loose my breath |
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To think about the death |
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That happened when we rappin |
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But we just keep clappin |
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I pause for a second |
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Respect to the dead... |
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And let it enter in your head |
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Too many things on my brain |
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In this wicked game |
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TV, fear, pain, |
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Will leave you stained |
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Welcome to the other side |
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They said it never rained |
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You'll never win a game |
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Where the rules always change |
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First a college degree |
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Now a PHD |
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But if you got black skin |
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You need at least about three |
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Combat, in the illest ??? |
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Verbally, with the solar energy |
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To let the people be free |
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Because we, are ????? |
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(hook) |
