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They're saying that he insane, crazy, mind stands aiming |
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I wonder who out there, the people gotta name me. |
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Lazy for a couple years, drowning in beers |
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Picked up where I left off for head on my peers. |
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It seems I got styles, personality seems |
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Boss type, light pep, ... jeans |
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I seen the whole rap game, sipping on lean |
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But be the tension when it's mentioned, that ... |
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He a five star general, analogue or digital |
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Avant-garde, plus boom bap and minimal. |
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All things to those that plays original |
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Throw bottles at the idols of the one dimension. |
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Come forth! Gather round and hear me speak |
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.. rhymes and the stones, we're for the people that ink |
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Got sent back to the bottom when I reached my peek |
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With the riddle I was given at the foot of the sphinx |
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The rhyme - I construct one brick at the time |
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It's impossible to top when you put out of line |
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I hit the underground harder than a harder event |
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Rappers fall like the third tower planes never hit. Shit! |
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Hook: |
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This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision |
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I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician! |
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Say yey, if you're feeling it (feeling it) |
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Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)! |
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This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision |
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I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician! |
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Say yey, if you're feeling it (feeling it) |
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Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)! |
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They wanna know if Print's real, well, I can't stay |
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I'm too hard to find, my crib is the back cave. |
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The block where they got sprayed, under covers masquerade |
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It used to be worst back in the day |
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Mean Bean got locked up and passed away |
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You can take life and run, or you can sneak in the back way |
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.. is the rap where soul is half away |
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Moving at the speed of light, switching to the fast lane |
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24 boss and 48 loss of power |
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Every time I rhyme my street buzz gets louder. |
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I'm ... inhaling lines, I'm gun powder |
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Running down our streets, chasing down cowards |
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Cops go out of their way to send me subliminals |
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Cause they're working 9 to 5 for a wave just minimal. |
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But I'mma keep it cool and still smile in their face |
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Till they master up enough heart to call me my name. |
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Busy rhyming for your mens, I rhyme for the fans |
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Just more in ..., I got too much charm on their hands |
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If I'm really as small as they say that I am |
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Then way would distancing me be a way of advance? |
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Please, you know my... rolling on MTV |
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Probably rocking dirty jeans with a whole in me. |
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I woke up in the spot, with all dollar looking dummie |
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And walk out with something soft, plus three numbers |
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Whether making songs, making out or making cream |
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You better know that throw backs the only you'll make the team. |
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Slang weed, or slang... it's all the same in me |
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Cause I'm compelled to the same degree without a fight |
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You can take a fang from me. |
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I earned my spot, nobody ever gave it to me! |
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So don't play with me! |
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Because you gotta be a martyr that gained fame for me. |
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Hook: |
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See, this ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision |
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I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician! |
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Say yey, if you're feeling it (feeling it) |
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Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)! |
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This ain't your everyday rap, I got a true vision |
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I do this for myself, man, I'm a musician! |
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Say yey, if you're feeling it (feeling it) |
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Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)! |
