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(feat. Gift of Gab (Blackalicious)) |
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No more chains holding me |
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Say I'm free, free, I'm free |
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My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer |
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Whatever you call it |
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Hitting you like splat like slimer and that's my prerogative |
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And when I'm done |
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You'll say the job I did made your metropolis |
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I'm more enhanced, and more co-operative, communal spawn ta live |
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I shot the gift provocatively |
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Held it down like shocking it |
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Puffed any green seteva I can hit and dough the chocolate |
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Sat with wise mentor sit and talk a bit of the apocalypse |
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And how to make this world that's about to end a bit more positive |
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The first, his voice was rough and needed some throat lozenges |
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He offered his opinion, youthful with expression, talkative |
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The second one had more method with; he moved and plodded with |
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He said the world has cheated karma and must be now audited |
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The third one seemed a bit more centred as he led us on a ship |
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He said something's just can't be and found we exist as onuses |
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The moments all we got |
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So live it now |
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Don't trip on politics |
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We all return to the same passage |
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Broke or if your wallets thick |
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Now I'll inflict my Monumental, all essential, scholarship |
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That's dominant so on a pencil I'm a grip so come on in |
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I kinda went oh, how the wind go |
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Continental, prominent |
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This rhyming is pro |
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Kinda get your mind a bit smoked |
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What a hit [repeated] |
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Get back on [sung] |
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My occupation MC, Rapper, Rhymer |
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However you see it |
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Infinite with rap designer |
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And that's how I'm freaking it |
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Linking you |
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List the thoughts that move like currents of electric watch |
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Whose brains invade like plants and fields that flourish |
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Co connect the dots |
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Of ET, D&A, Galactic Raps |
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That's G and A and After that |
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A B and hey I master tactics |
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We obey our fashion sense |
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Auf Wiedersehen, ariverderche, Adios, Aloha |
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Make alligator bags from scratch |
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I'll slaughter bullets and cobras |
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Pythons and icons |
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Fight wrongs recite songs |
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All night long, with the lights on |
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Ultra proton neutron |
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Glue blacks till they too strong |
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Luke warm, flukes gone, nuclear true balm prince move on |
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It's venom moving eons |
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Beyond beyond |
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Lose star |
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Lightness of a lightning |
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Riding bikes through Jerusalem |
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Liking your awareness and imperative |
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Like a loose nut |
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Till you grasp often at the chance |
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My styles an alien immigrant |
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That'll will the crowd with the pitter-patter as the children chin out |
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Who rocks [repeated] |
