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Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah |
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1, 2 ya'll, Ah-1,2 ya'll, ah-check it, ah-check it, 1, 2 ya'll |
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It goes microphone check 1, 2 ya'll, it's the cornerstone, ya'll |
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It's the cornerstone. |
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From the gutter to the throne, corner to the stone |
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Comaradary is earned, cultivated and homegrown |
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Don't really own a damn thing except for my labor, and maybe a couple of thousand pages of my rhymes |
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And your brain's just a cage with a mind locked inside it unless knowledge itself gives proper perspective |
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To see how the politicians keep the dollars protected, my namesake is not confined to scholarly methods |
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To reach the mass, never preached the way they teach in class, sleep-walkin' half-dead spirits leaving fast |
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If you never had your ass beat, brah, you can't speak about non-violent protests and other such mythology |
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Watch how the quantity leads into quality deep beyond the reaches of your Babylon economy |
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I speak solemnly; I seek equality, my people celebrate life despite poverty |
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Fuck the false prophecy, promising we'll all be free, as long as we fall in line with the flawed philosophy |
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And mystery, God's eternal afterlife in Heaven, while living in Hell, where the militant dwell |
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Now the ranks start to swell in the hoods and jail cells, lock down the campus cause it's right to rebel |
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No uprising fails, each one's a step forward toward the victory up at the end of the trail |
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We crack jokes while singing the blues, and rock like the stone that the builder refused |
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To all area crew, who carry the world on their shoulders, on some atlas shit, this one's for you |
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206, rock rock on, The proletariat, rock rock on, Beacon Hill, rock rock on |
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Now the hustle on the corner set the struggle in stone |
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My compatriots and comrades engaging in combat, trying to stay sane up in this land gone mad |
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Give me two bucks and take a puff and pass my bong back, nearly 3 years and they're still up in Baghdad? |
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Battle-raps, 85% talkin' this-and-that, quit that, insecure petty little man |
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Get a manicure and tan, B, amateurish candy raps, it's hilarious, I'm laughing till I can't breath |
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Can it be that it was never simpler than now, consumers waitin' for a magazine to set the style |
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The critical instead begin to organize quietly, underneath the sugarcoated surface of society |
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My purpose as of now is serve the people to the fullest, knowing that my name is somewhere written on a bullet |
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The beats that I inherited, and rhymes in my chromosomes, passed to my seed, I call him my cornerstone |
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We crack jokes while singing the blues, and rock like the stone that the builder refused |
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To all area crew, who carry the world on their shoulders, on some atlas shit, this one's for you |
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New people ya'll, rock rock on, Real Change, man, rock rock on, the next generation, rock rock on |
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Now the hustle on the corner set the struggle in stone |
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We crack jokes while singing the blues, and rock like the stone that the builder refused |
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To all area crew, who carry the world on their shoulders, on some atlas shit, this one's for you |
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Central District, rock rock on, U District, rock rock on, International District, rock rock on |
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Now the hustle on the corner set the struggle in stone |
