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Each one, teach one we free each one |
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Maryland and Cincinatti to the far east son |
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And we just begun to spread the gospel |
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Substantial, Pase Rock, hip hop apostles |
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Far from preachin with this art you call rappin |
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Takin y'all back to before this all happened |
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Frontin hardcore when you barely soft porn |
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Never penetratin the inner to get your heart warm |
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Rock on, at the ridiculous pace |
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Disrepect hip hop and I'll spit in your face |
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These pitiful wastes of oxygen, it's madness |
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Get in your case, and all your shit, like back checks |
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Got my eye on ya, like insanity grabbed ya |
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Y'all seedy packagin, and I can't stand rappin |
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You're bound to get ripped, and then turned into garbage |
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I stay blessin mics, my followers pay homage |
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Substance, blessin it |
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Yes I am, blessin it |
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UV for life, hell yes we stay blessin it |
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Pase on, blessin it |
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Yes I stay blessin it |
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Five Deez forever you know we stay blessin it |
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On point like the pens we write with |
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Livin righteous, in these times of peril and crisis |
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The pain'll squeeze you lifeless, dead, what's the matter who's the nicest |
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Who's alive, who's gonna live to see their life |
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Hopefully me, my lifeline a MC |
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Extends past paying dues how much it cost to be free |
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Deep-rooted underground, but on the surface a tree |
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Branchin out, all I ever really wanted to be |
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They want to put us in a box, and then pack it away |
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But we ain't havin that, no pause, no which way |
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Yo I'm goin to the top and that's where I stay |
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Fuck the middle ground, poor, gettin biz while you was sittin down |
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The joint sound hittin now, freestyle'a written down |
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Your flow's played out money you need to get that shit a style |
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Speedy on the quick fast, long term we make it last |
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Forever and a day stay clear on the path cuz yo |
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Children of the sun look out here we come |
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Live in Brooklyn, Maryland's where I'm from |
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The beat don't stop, 'til you've had enough |
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Five Deez, UV, connect that's what's up |
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Children of the sun watch out we comin for ya |
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Rockin from the 'natti mid-west to California |
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And it don't stop even when you've had enough |
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Pase and Substantial dude that's what's up |
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Blessin it, effortless |
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Testin this, doubt it |
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Mic specialist son, we have events crowded |
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As nice as you wish you were |
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Good mics are my signature |
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I thought you said this shit is hot |
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It's barely room temperature |
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We scorch it, we torturing cats from Cincinatti to New York |
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And back, word to Pat, don't say jack |
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When we bankrupt your crew from spinnin the wheel of fortune, black |
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We take you there and send you walkin back |
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