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[Verse 1: Issa Dash] |
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A rebel |
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Who went searching for treasures in his soul |
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Fi*************ng for gold I found the key to unlock the door |
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To my mind's gate, hidden with some hieroglyphs |
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Told me bout my future and my past and that I should get, I should get |
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To light working and get up off my ass |
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I'm on the path, to move the masses, spiritual tactics |
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Soul masters, you bastards, spread it through classes |
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Live your life free *************, if you surpass this class ************* |
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LSD got your boy feelin acidic, so hazardous |
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Elevated mafia |
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Flatbush Zombie familia |
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No dumb *************s on our roster bruh |
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Finna wreck your teeth if you not with us |
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Beast Coast ain't no stoppin' us |
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We ************* with the West like 'Pac and 'em |
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But back to the story of the old me |
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Rep for the young enlightened *************s over low key |
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Smoke a little tree, pour a little bit of OE |
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Keep me in my zone like a mother ******* goalie |
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Holy *************t I'm a a mother ******* King ************* |
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Black skin, gold soul, born to win ************* |
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[Hook] |
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Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold |
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A ************* could get caught up if he ain't knowing his soul |
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His soul, yeah ************* his soul |
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You ain't living up yo life, that why yo *************t movin' slow |
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Listen, now get your back up off the wall ************* |
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Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor ************* |
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Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar |
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I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a ************* bout to go far |
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[Verse 2: AK] |
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Generation of generals |
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Keep my word in my genitals |
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Gender rolls, ************* I'm god as far as gender goes |
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Sell my soul. Never I'm gold |
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Word to Gihanny golly, I be, try me |
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Highly I doubt, winning is likely, sorry |
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Pat Reily, I'm strapped with jalepeno wraps |
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Mandingo sag, your ************* be lovin' that, but ************* that |
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AK the savior, elevate your brain, the greatest |
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Spread that knowledge, keep your soul but skip that tone |
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We done did hard labour for that |
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Gold, then A gon make them haters meet they makers |
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Cuz they, pose |
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And fake it 'till they make it, so ungrateful |
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To the, OG's, OJ, got em on, sippin' on some OE |
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A freak in a skirt, pom poms, *************ppin' for a dime |
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Tell her set her soul free |
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Freeze, repeat, rewind |
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Back to the time I was blind |
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Never, I always incline the Third Eye |
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Recognize, since the youngin' and the inner gold that's inside |
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Show my signs as an early bird |
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Word I want whats mine, mine |
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[Hook] |
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Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold |
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A ************* could get caught up if he don't know where his soul |
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His soul, yeah ************* his soul |
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You ain't living up yo life, that why yo *************t movin' slow |
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Listen, now get your back up off the wall ************* |
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Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor ************* |
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Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar |
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I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a ************* bout to go far |
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[Outro] |
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Get up on yo *************t, you ain't livin' up yo life |
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You's a ******* livin god, why you bowin' down to Christ |
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You ain't knowin' bout the golden gift that's trapped up in yo mind |
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Gold soul theory, indigo's on the rise |
