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i like to keep her in my pocket when the fans watch |
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but i'm the one to pull her pigtails when we play out in the sandbox |
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and hands stop clapping when manchild's plan's not to |
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rock upon the rhythm when he rocks you |
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my shock values electrify and light your darkest secrets |
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ride the beat. i'll walk beside it on foot if that's the way i feel it |
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and if that's the way i feel it, there's no chance that you'll convince me |
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off the beaten path of substance plus you left the rhythm empty. |
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[freddie bruno] |
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i exel on spreadsheets to freak the journalistic |
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captivate the rhythm and ride with my linguistics |
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performing with the loops let the sentence bring drama |
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beni hahna avenger with the heart of shama |
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untitled god sound, astound the freedom fighter |
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i stay behind the scenes like medical underwriters |
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highlight a parable grammar fluorescent to see |
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split your brain up in sections as a lesson for three. |
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[playdough] |
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i state fact and playback to rate wack take back |
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rhythm like an indian giver, deliver inside of this metronome |
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where poem hits you and splits |
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inside my spirit where my vocal transmits |
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rhythm's key so i'm setting her free, ninety degree |
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pushing clockwise, keeping it quantized and off-wise |
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over the beat we meet in deepspace |
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place rhythm in the palm of my hand as contraband. |
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[listener] |
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now, we are rappers rhyming rap-style rhymes |
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with our dj's tracking beats to crack spines |
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with some blatant accusations pointed straight for your crew |
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then you stutter to defend you are real, oh are you?. |
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hook: dust on the cuts. |
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[playdough] |
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hey there rhythm, it's me again, tell me, how ya been? |
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i guess the middleman could be this pen |
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i use to talk to and walk through they chalk you |
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traced around your silhouette cause how ill it get |
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but watch the intellect resurrect, check god's purpose |
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give me a hat confirming that you truly heard this |
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yeah, there you go, i show improve just to move |
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make the rocky path smooth while i'm taking back the groove. |
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[manchild] |
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yeah, yeah, yeah admittedly i'm jaded |
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but please don't blame it on my freestyle or my content or my cadence |
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or my blatant disregard of the rhythm slash the drum sounds |
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it's just the fact that i got a lot to say and it can't be dumbed down |
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i told you that i'm unsound, so deep i make the young drown |
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dumbfound with one noun with fred b and harry krum now |
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unbound, i stand at the foot of the cross there intersected |
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yo, i'll take the rhythm any way that i can get it. |
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[freddie bruno] |
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i break the powerpoint while your microsoft attempts |
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are just some weak demonstrations that are over the fence |
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your train of thought dissipates like smoke from incense |
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i'm doing wind sprints, using my voice as testament |
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with the golden folklore onlookers would hope for |
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prolific, ziontific phonetic compos-or |
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revise your whole score, write it out on dirt floor |
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put the rhythm in my soul til it secretes my pore. |
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[sintax] |
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i've got a crown of white wisdom hidden below my ballcap |
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i'm pencil fight fencing just to take the rhythm back |
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but if emceeing is believing then sintax just left you doubtless |
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syncopated the rhythm to the pulse of god's verse. |
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[sev statik] |
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and i'll take the reflection of music and use it to inspire men |
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comply with the laws of physics and send this written around the globe |
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for those beings who live to be free |
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no holds barred, transform the sun, moon and stars. |
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hook: dust on the cuts again. |
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[freddie bruno] |
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letters walk parallel with tracks i spit on |
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on the threshold of stress, push through with stiff arm |
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maneuver the pen in slow motion on the canvas |
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your raps ain't fat, the populous is still famished. |
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[playdough] |
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i'm hearing breeze from the treetops present in the beatbox |
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sober like a detox room |
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i come to consume the volume take the rhythmous spoon |
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odiferous with the fume in full bloom, i assume. |
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[manchild] |
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tie a ribbon around the rhythm; earmark it for the future |
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mc's lost their motivation like housepets that spade and neutered |
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play the tutor, make the most, stay the course, make decisions |
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wake the sleeping, take a chance, shake the world, take the rhythm. |
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[sev statik] |
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many words of faith placed inside blue line prison bars |
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divine intervention to easily discard |
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fake knuckas perpetrating on wax, cd's and tapes |
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so i take the rhythm to a new place and mold a new shape. |
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hook:> |