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[Hook] |
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Check it out baby |
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Check it out y'all |
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This that upper echelon *****t |
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What is this? |
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[Verse 1] |
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Welcome to the prison of conscious |
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Brainiacs said I'm done, bust the scientifical |
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You feel it all up in your soul, we getting spiritual |
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You heard I'm coming back, it's so scary I put the fear in you |
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I murder every track, cause the rhymers like to stare at you |
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Real *****t back, it's a miracle, rap been laughable over the last year or two |
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Reflecting like a mirror through who is the real living proof |
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I'm back with the classical *****t, I pack lyrical |
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Substance like a bowls of kush into a vaporizer |
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And then I vaporize ya', my paper may surprise ya' |
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No need to brag on my paper cause I'm a naturizer |
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I vibrate higher, the truth break liars |
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I chose who is like us, the lovers, the fighters, the writers, the exciters |
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Cut the grass we could see the vipers, we cut the glass cause we the diamonds |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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I be listening to real *****t, real spit, like die hard feeling |
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Type of *****t the fake *****s find hard to deal wit' |
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I'm on a higher plane, I'm destroying em' while I build them |
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My threat can't be contained, so my name on Obama kill list |
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Kweli the artist that you wanna be, moving the through darkness, |
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The light is what's in front of me, |
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Front on me you posers exposing your insecurities |
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Supposedly it's wack, and replaces lack of maturity |
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Ain't no conspiracy, stop looking for someone to blame it on |
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Gotta pay a debt, took a stale style and I made it fresh |
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Wait a second, got your girl wetter than tomatoes flesh |
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Waiting on me with baited breath |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Welcome to the |
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Walking through a double fist, and I'm lifted on something vicious |
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Everything is moving, I'm getting me a percentage |
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Vintage, nothing but the sky is my ascendant |
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My girl is ride or die, I'm avoiding the evil temptress |
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Ain't no question who the best is, you don't like the state then ***** it and my mansions |
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Pimping down to the socks, and so is business |
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The all night workout like 24-Hour Fitness |
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Y'all *****s is adorable, incorrigible, the prayers that you get is barely audible |
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People is ignoring you why? the last place in the world that you belong is a recording booth |
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Order suit, *****s is gassed up, petroleum a lab when these *****s get swept up |
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Custodians a culture back to the future rap the delorean |
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A class looking joint to spit as valedictorian |
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This that upper echelon *****t |
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Welcome to the Prison Of Conscious |
