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(feat. Grap Luva, J. Sands) |
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[Grap Luva] |
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Yeah, recognize the vocal cords, uh! |
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Grap Luva ya'll alongside Lone Catalysts |
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Yo check it out |
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Yo I refuse to lose even though I'm battered and bruised |
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They tried to black my third eye but I still come through |
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Crushin the lactose rapper, shoot with accuracy |
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Conscious cat that's dapper, yo it has to be me |
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But enough about myself cuz situations are real |
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Too many young cats be doing raw deals, you feel? |
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Getting caught with the tools of the trade |
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The plan is laid |
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Plus the trap been set, we ain't figured this yet |
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Still paper chasin ignoring the fight that we facin |
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No love for the ignorant, it's called playahating |
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Playas stay hated when they oughta be educated |
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Ego deflated, leave them lies unstated yo |
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We descendants of kings and queens |
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Instead of fodder for the cop scenes, know what I mean? |
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Can't form teams if we ain't thinkin alike |
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That's why you can feel my thoughts when I'm grippin this mic |
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Born to get right, born to be a part of the fight |
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Crushin negative auroas with my positive light |
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Standing strong like David with his sling and his stone |
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It's offical, the Prodigal Son has come home |
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[J. Sands] |
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Aiyyo I claim throne like Persian kings |
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My urban theme is to keep my culture pure and untampered like virgin queens |
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Never splurging cream |
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When I stack I'm merging dreams |
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Into one plan, rappers gettin this green's an urgent thing |
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Number one on the list, no need to front on this shit |
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It's a blessing I don't have to vic with the gun on the hip |
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Got enough ice in the freezer, don't need none on the wrist |
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Just trees and more Henny, that's how I come in this bitch |
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Just like ya'll man, I just wanted to flip |
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And hear myself on the air gettin spun in the mix |
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See you runnin the risk |
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Tryin to challenge J-S-A, N-D-S |
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Yo Grap, these nigga envious? |
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I'm like the friendliest |
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Love and peace to any with |
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The same back to me, that beef shit is wack to me |
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Because actually I find out the facts to be |
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That if you have beef, it's to the death naturally |
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And don't nobody wanna die over dumb shit |
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So don't front on me because of who I run with |
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We gotta teach these kids to say no to beef to live |
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Not by words, but by actions we can repeat the shit |
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Our brothas killing brothas |
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Because it only leads to one dead, one in jail |
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And another story to tell |
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[Chorus x2] |
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It goes hip hop, shoo bop doo wop |
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Put a hook on your mind and check the clock |
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And just do it, and just do it |
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And you know you got to just do it |
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[Grap Luva] |
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Free your mind and define what is true to you |
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Hold your plan tight, something like paper to glue |
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I keep it fool proof, set up a base for my youth |
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When it's all done, she's flying helly's off of roof |
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Big plans now, working my product against demand now |
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Takin breath before I take my steps |
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Now that I'm ready, I execute with great precision |
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On mission with Sands makin proper decicions |
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[J. Sands] |
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That are critical, Razor Sharp like Bobby Digital |
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Political, in all angles we stay pivtoal |
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Original, MC smooth individual |
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I'm down for Rawls, never wanna see my nigga pitiful |
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Ridicule, I do not, that's just my physical |
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The one who stared and played the judge and life is the fool |
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The plan is lyrical, we all just need to get along |
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And that's the formula of the song |
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Grap L-U-V in, Sands I'm MCing |
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While J. Rawls got the funky drums beating, check it out |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Singing and chanting until fade] |