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(Chorus)I've been so many places |
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In my life and time |
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Yes, I've sung a lot of songs |
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I've made some bad rhymes |
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Top of the world |
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Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back |
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Every second page is anthem |
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Perfected writ mood |
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In the perfect world |
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I set the perfect mood |
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And in perverted abodes, |
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I claim rogue |
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Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love |
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Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia |
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My scientist fiction, |
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I kick space raps that's down to |
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Earth andThe kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen |
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My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some |
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Can't say that |
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I'm ahead of time, |
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I fear that my time will never come |
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Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure |
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No aggression, why they've got to learn,if they don't things won't get any better |
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Listenin' to |
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God burn objects of animal animatingin a still life picture of the |
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La Brea tar pit |
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Walking the surface of my red carpet |
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These are distress signals spanning you and |
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IInversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization |
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A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) |
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But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, |
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I keep warm |
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By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess |
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So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains |
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My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn |
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This is my gold tank, everywhere |
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I go don't belong |
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I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest |
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Police in dead skin, |
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I'm so East,well then why did |
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I end up on the |
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West???Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence,and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc. |
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ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind |
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More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement |
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So when the chain still smellslike a million dead corpses and kerosene marching |
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To burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle,run up the damsels |
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Take 'em to the river, now we can spawn |
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This aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time, |
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On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride |
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A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood |
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To live and die a thousand times(Chorus) |
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Ever been to |
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Hell?This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments |
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The infrastructure is dead |
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Instructed look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,no beggin' |
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No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the |
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Sole cast??? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalk |
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Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad ones |
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This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of |
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Sugar Hill |
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Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my hips |
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And this is |
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Sole, and we're makin love right now,so |
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I don't need to take her to the hotel |
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This is a love song, |
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I pass out roses with the thorns in my flesh |
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It's like these are groupies, |
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I'm a mammal,my whole life's a freestyle set |
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The Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my head |
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The universe is my |
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A&R, by the time |
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I fall off, |
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I'll probably dead |
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It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow |
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Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance |
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I've ever known |
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It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain, |
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So emcees |
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I aint feeling you, if |
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I don't know your real name |
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Hip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack,indie hip-hop's a demo fair |
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Keep your sights set |
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What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors? |
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I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga |
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It's springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirts |
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This is the verge, the melting point |
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When your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore |
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This is psychopath, this is psych rap |
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With violence, violence |
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My life is stranded on an island with no foodand beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is left |
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No, this is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttoned |
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We're stealing moments of brilliance in the limelightschoppin' up keys to break the floodgates |
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Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and |
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I don't know when to shut up |
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Or maybe this is turntable music,scratch the |
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I's and I'll scratch yours |
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Or what if this is honest music, and |
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I mean every other word |
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I sayDon't take anything literal, out-of-context,just take it for what it is |
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If you want labels, we can divide, |
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I'll still be strong |
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Bottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)(Chorus) |
