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[talking: Fan] |
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Ohh, yo, ohh shit man, what up dunn? |
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Yo where've you been at man? |
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Yo we need you man |
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You gotta put out that knowledge |
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Kick that street knowledge G |
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Please man, you got that drugs |
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I need my fix of that dope |
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C'mon man, please man, you got it man, c'mon man |
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[Prodigy:] |
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Now the latest gun drive, jelly beans |
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GMT peyote, I know you feel me |
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P's song is a natural tripping me |
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My rhymes is so vivid, you start to see things |
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Way different, America's fiend |
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I was fast asleep, but now I'm wide awake |
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I was under the spell of Kangol and reserved notes |
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Religion and fashion, I used to be flashy |
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'Til I had a total recall, forgot what I've already knew |
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It took me 33 years for me to see the truth |
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Ever so clear I was too young |
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I couldn't articulate myself the right way son |
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But now let me break it down, pass it all around |
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This is not a theory, lift the spirits, see his spirit |
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They wanna put me in a straightjacket in a padded room |
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And tell the world there's 12 monkeys so they can be confused |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body |
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Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me |
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But I'm a stay incogni' in places they can't find me |
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Make my moves strategically |
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[Prodigy:] |
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They say life is like Chess |
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But f**k that I'm tired of playing games with you kids |
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Ain't no time for playing, check the rhymes it's insane |
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I write it for the streets, for the hood inspiration |
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Inspire every party to map where it's poverty |
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I started with a Mobb but now I got an army |
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With soldiers and troopers |
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The TV and the radio scared the death of us |
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So we hit the YouTube up |
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Now I got millions of views |
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Now watch how many rappers follow what P do |
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Now I'm too hoody to conform to the program |
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I'm too much of a rebel for me to try to fit in |
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Nigga! It don't matter on the color of your skin |
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Right now you either positive or you negative |
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I got friends in high places, multiple races |
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And coaches on my side, all you got is paper |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Fades to Raekwon the Chef talking] |