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"Greater than your Benz or your Lex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness' |
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Deep in the depths of the mind |
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The pro is prime, trapped like a mime |
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In the same space and time, lifeless |
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Vocals excel when trifers |
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Centerfold of your ciphers |
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My aura shines divine, priceless |
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Much to complex to yap |
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Maybe perhaps when I think of rap |
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My thinkin' cap (what?) |
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Reveals the skills unlimited |
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Rappers be half as great |
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Mentally they can't elaborate |
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So they exaggerate and fabricate |
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My words collaborate, formulatin' a sentence |
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It's all ill when the blunted mind defense this |
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Intense mechanism |
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Respect next to wisdom |
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Makes the god's mental |
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Inflammable grammable feel gentile |
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Reignin' dominate |
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We be the essential |
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I sense y'all don't know the art |
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Comprehensively, energy enters me when I depart |
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It's like sweet sorrow |
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Bottles I follow catch wreck |
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Engine's to my comprehension be just too complex |
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To get vex and just step |
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I'd rather snatch a rapper's rep |
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Ruin it to a degree |
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Breakin' them into debris |
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Vocally, y'all label me as the illest mic killa |
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Top biller |
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Still in the grind, the mind driller |
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Sublime thriller |
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Poetically is how I'm depicted |
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The rhythm's got me addicted so my ill skill inflicts it |
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On any device |
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Nice |
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Similar, the verbal Christ |
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Enormous, my performance equally will be precise |
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We puttin' rappers on ice |
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The ultimate heist |
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Most of 'em should have thought twice now they're payin' the price |
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I knock 'em out like Mic Tys when the tracks connect |
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The engine's to my comprehension is just too complex |
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"Greater than your Benz or your Lex |
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The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness' |
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Much too complex |
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"Greater than your Benz or your Lex |
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The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" |
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To M.C. the art of rhymin' should be pure and natural |
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When I think of all these ill skills, international |
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You see my words in actual will attract the steel like a magnet |
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****** is stagnant and incomplete like the fragments |
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Actually, my words are a jagged edge, criminal |
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Borderline, subliminal |
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One of the earth's finest minerals |
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I'm past the pinnacle |
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And still I hold my fort like a general |
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Intervals, all excerpt the maximum |
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Release the minimal energy |
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Cock me back |
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Hennesy's sure to blur the memory |
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Remember me, that ill *****? |
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I still trigger |
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Thoughts sporadic set to peel ****** |
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Standards |
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Mics are metaphors of what the man is, might merge |
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I recite slurs with the right words |
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What occurs when I conjure |
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Illest spirits from beyond ya |
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You was warned like Alaja |
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The drama ganja drains away |
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Plain as day |
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When my mind's A.K. spray in the A.K.A |
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Nine trey, double rays, bubble thin |
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Fry |
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Mass murderous |
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The illest ****** we devour from out the dark |
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So kill the talk |
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Either that or walk the walk |
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You claim you had your **** together now it's fallin' apart |
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Lyin' lion, no heart |
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Who woulda thought you'd be wack? |
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We gave you dap in the beginning now we takin' it back |
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I only boogie from a track when mad ****** react |
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We specify the artifacts and represent 'em on wax |
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It' complex |
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"Greater than your Benz or your Lex |
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The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness' |
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Much too complex |
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"Greater than your Benz or your Lex |
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The engine to my comprehension is just too complex |
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Much too complex" |
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Let's take a deep breath and inhale and exhale |
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For those who prison in the minds and those that been bailed |
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**** the fan ****, it's about to hit the windmills |
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What I reveal, not omni still it's strictly been real |
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Y'all know the deal, skills |
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Steelos, alter egos |
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Poetry hits my peoples like food for thought |
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Vocals distort, shorts the sequels |
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Mics forever like the paradox of pure evil |
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The crowds will come |
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Like throwin' crumbs to the seagulls |
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Too predictable |
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Old folks pray in cathedrals |
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Tryin' to live that better life legal |
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Feeble, my mind remains haunted by mad things |
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I'm wanted |
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Plus everything is real when you're blunted |
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These days the trees blaze |
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F doin' the shade |
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We backspin 'em like the DJs |
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Playa be swaze |
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I'm the live one |
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Mic's like a knife |
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Cuttin' you down to size in |
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The fantasy land you and your mans was devisin' |
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We wise men |
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Puzzle your thoughts |
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It ain't surprisin' |
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I set it off like horizons |
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No mistakes allowed |
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Strategically, it's like I'm movin' the crowd |
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I'm lickin' shots, bustin' up at the clouds |
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We be audacious, treadin' on glaciers |
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Slang got sprayed down in Tanqueray without the chasers |
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On the earth there ain't a place you can run to hide |
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When my sets collide with your planet |
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Rock bottom solid my frame be like granite |
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Very few can understand it |
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The dialect I wreck |
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Perfects my mic's *** when the thoughts connect |
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The engine to my comprehension is just CCC |
| [04:19.59]The engine to my comprehension is just too [echo] |
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"Greater than your Benz or your Lex |
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The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness' |
