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[Verse 1] |
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You want the fly ****t, you got the right brother |
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Catch a kin thrill right after I fly over |
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I battle alcohol, had to brawl like a soldier |
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Vowed to never fall, now all my nights sober |
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Refine my mind, reclinin' on my sofa |
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Designed to rhyme and strike kinda like a cobra |
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My pen's venomous, poison ten sentences |
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Paralyze your steril mind and leave skid blemishes |
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"When is he gonna fall off?," some of the people wonder |
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You're more likely to see a foot of snow in the summer |
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I'm not mainstream, the tide can never take me under |
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I'm Clyde Stubblefield, the rhyme is my funky drummer |
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I write this like my ancestors holding kitchen(?) |
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Before the Bible and any man made religion |
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Author contextualization, sign and spirit |
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It's like I neva loose sleep if y'all don't feel it |
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I'm in my own lane, it has no speed limits |
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Psychedelic mind is assault without the **** in it |
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I'm at the point of no return, too deep in it |
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We can turn and look back, but I proceed wid it |
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I lost track of time, felt like I was unconscious |
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Did drips, somebody stole my style and I can't stop it |
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Top to bottom, whole thing like I was madtronics |
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Woke up with a rhyme, half asleep in my boxers |
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If it's gonna happen I go a bit beyond |
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You know the true architect when you hear the song |
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The foundation for the underground you're standing on |
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True fans gonna miss him when he gone |
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[Hook] |
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Respect the architect |
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[Verse 2] |
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Right, you can find many rappers more complicated |
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But not many if any high nominated |
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I'm at the top waitin', my album top rated |
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The brightest rap stars not in my constellation |
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Tryin' small talk your way into the conversation |
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But I dominated kinda like a dominatrix |
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Till the point that my biggest haters stop the hating |
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And pass the piece like a plate at a congregation |
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The most holiest, atop is the loneliest |
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But only cause I don't associate with any lames |
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Expose the phoney, show 'em how cold it gets |
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With flows that go against the grain |
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No doubt |
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I play the shooter and coroner, it's me |
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When you know the party droppin', catch it when it's easy |
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My rap pedigree commands respect |
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Blueprint, the master builder |
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[Hook] |
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Respect the architect |