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(Verse 1) |
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My style has no birth record |
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You might know when my record was born |
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And how I played my favorite classics till the needles was gone |
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And truth say, you might know how my moms pushed in '76 |
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Turned my world view inside out and one day |
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But this goes back further than that, further than rap |
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Before that first hospital slap |
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Way beyond the confines of joy and pain |
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Further than pride and shame |
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Older than the foundation of the food chain |
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To bore the understanding of an equal cypher |
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With the consistency of daylight, I shine so bright |
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I check 1,2 but I ain't talking about no mic |
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I check 1,2 and calculate the science of life |
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To add things right and take care of my business |
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Allowing me to handle my pleasure like a pirate does treasure |
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My rhymes are burried too deep to measure by the sands of the hourglass |
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In otherwords built to last |
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(Hook) |
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I keep it timeless because I take my time with it |
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Respect goes out to civilized and committed |
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Cuz once you hear the capital J, rap it'll stay |
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With you for awhile and it won't go away |
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I keep it timeless because I do my thing |
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Regardless of the stress that your life might bring |
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Cuz once you hear the capital J, rap it'll stay |
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With you for awhile and it won't go away |
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(Verse 2) |
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What do you do when you got 22 things to task |
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And 10 minutes to deal with it |
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And for the first 5 you bullshitted |
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The scenario really best describes our folks |
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Its like devils got plans and niggaz got jokes |
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Like an underdog team got hopes, but |
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Hoop dream buzzer-beaters choke when y'all triple team pointguards go nuts |
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Power corrupts |
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And its a shame cuz the hardest working squad gets left with the donut |
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The front runners say "so what?" |
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They can't back their home team cuz they got no guts |
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And high scorers check stats but they still have yet to win |
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Plus tomorrow they'll be riding the bench once again, you see |
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In this game I'm not trying to be the M.V.P |
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Cuz the enemy's the clock and the referee |
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Because its obvious the world is out of order |
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I hope you wake up cuz we in the forth quarter y'all..Timeless |
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(Hook) |
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(Verse 3) |
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Who pays dues plus sales tax |
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Just to paint a picture with a thousand words |
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Only to find out your visions is blurred |
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Its absurd but still I observe |
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How the brilliance of Blackness is missed when a sights unheard |
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As old rhyme styles fester like dreams deferred |
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New styles just might shine at God's speed indeed |
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But some still wear the mask that grins and lies |
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Hides cheeks and shades eyes but I'm not suprised |
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It's no disguise cuz my five eyes remain all wise |
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No excuse cuz the innocent is still down south, no escape |
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We remain robbed, killed and raped |
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Till you take back your mind and extract the lies |
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But until then, I still utilize my pen |
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To lead the land from the slaughter and a horse to the water |
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Continuing the face the stress of lifes test |
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With rhymes that impress the best cuz my mind is timeless |
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(Hook) |
