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my mind was in need of nurturing tired |
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and worn down this ground shift in my stance |
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a chance to turn it around |
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when the body reeks havoc a speech of sheer madness |
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could turn into a death trap so run past it |
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I'm gunnin' runnin' for the door to exit a point in time |
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whatever you call a stand still in a book of rhymes |
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I call it life man |
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you should choose the right plan |
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I'll live a life span |
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in front if mic stands |
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so If I don't keep a level mind |
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an unhealthy state of rhymes |
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could lead to rebel lies to self |
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off the shelf |
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I wipe the dust from my mind's pages empty spaces |
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I fill in with pencil drawn faces |
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to document the different moods and occurrences |
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they hint to me these pictures move where assurance lives |
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so I draw the nourishment fruits of the purest shit |
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and keep the styles up to date and keep moving it |
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made a few trips |
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through where the truth lives |
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back to the roots an old dog learning old tricks |
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new bits and pieces to fuel the heeling process |
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I only hear the word of others void the lost message |
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I take this sickness and turn it into sick shit |
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I take this sickness and turn it into sick shit |
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I take this sickness and turn it into sick shit |
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I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit |
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that ill shit |
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I stay zoned locked up inside my koo koo's nest |
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but never slip up when doing what I do best |
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smooth rhythmically script writer speaking in code wizardry |
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meaning a flow blizzard breeze winds in simplicity |
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then transmit it over drums and bass lines |
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spit it for a minute you get it it's too late I'm |
| [02:01.05] |
climbing up this ladder |
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leaving behind what isn't needed I take a breather |
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crank the speakers let the pen bleed it out |
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over pages, blank sheets, the canvas is |
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never out-dated I create what's passionate |
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turning these, otherwise routine, thoughts that visualize painting |
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pictures like tableaus on infinite skies |
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chillin' on cloud nine while filling on proud wine |
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a state of drunkenness pumpin' this with a loud mind |
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I get inside the beat and rip it from the heart of it keeping |
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the blood boiling through your veins like an arsonists |
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I take this sickness and turn it into sick shit |
| [02:35.44] |
I take this sickness and turn it into sick shit |
| [02:41.06] |
I take this sickness and turn it into sick shit |
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I take my sickness and turn it into sick spit |
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that ill shit |
