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[Intro:]
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May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society
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As you sit here day after day after day
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In this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar?
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Have you ever thought about that?
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What are you doing for the world or for other people?
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Day after day, hour after hour, night after night
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[Verse 1: Logic]
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Me and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes
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This the time of our lives but many don't realize
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Havin' visions of livin' on another level
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Never signed with the devil,
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The rebel that we ****** around with the treble
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Bumping tribe in the system like penicillin
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Mother****** I'm killing
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Spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system
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Say it then I do it I never missed 'em
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****** 'em after I kissed 'em
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Sit back and listen my chain, it glisten
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It's like I'm from another dimension
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Did I mention my circles smaller then an intervention
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Then some, beautiful women tell me I'm handsome
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Then I
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Snatch they heart and make they ************ the ransom
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I ****** them until inside they belly burst
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Stop it drop the beat and then we cue the verse
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Spitting lyrics like How a Mac-11 really disperse
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Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse
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They say I got too many styles ************ I've been diverse
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They scared to jump in the cypher I be all up in it first
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My apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse
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When I come through I spit voodoo and leave them cursed
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Common logic
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[Interlude]
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[Hook:]
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This is the realest
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Only unto the real shall I reveal this
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I even made this beat my self just so y'all could feel this
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From Nasty Nas to Big L to A Tribe Called Quest
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We the Rattpack in other words the tribe that's next
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[Verse 2: Logic]
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It's been a long time
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And I ain't even in my prime
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I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines
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On the come up
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Matter of fact it was long before that
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Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that
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This is a letter to the underground the place where I'm from
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This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done
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And even though I've gotta leave man don't none of y'all grieve
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Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe
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Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't
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Some of y'all will love my radio ************t, some of y'all won't
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Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang
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Something for everybody no not just one lane
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And on the real I'll never forget the day I got my deal
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Full creative control and the money was unreal
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Started from the bottom and got here cause of my skill
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And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfill
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[Hook x5]
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[Outro:]
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You're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger
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You're not necessarily a man if you do
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This concludes Midnight Marauder program
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