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(feat. Del the Funky Homosapien) |
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[scratched x8: "can I ask you somethin"] |
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[Opio] |
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So easy to regurgitate the trash that they feedin ya |
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Pervertin and distortin the truth through the mass media (uh-huh) |
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Greedy addicts, who see me as savage |
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Reverse psychology, I don't swallow easily |
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Just stay flippin through my hustler's handbook (right) |
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They told me follow the rules as you thrust into manhood (so) |
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That's why today a nigga multi-dimensional |
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Organic, I don't panic, I stay flexible |
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[Del] |
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Let's get real deep, past the naked eye |
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Cause that's the first place to try to place a lie |
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Obviously a waste of time |
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You don't do what you say, that breaks divine |
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What you say is fine, but my state of mind |
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Ain't the kind to take a line at face value |
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How you presented your sentences, candy-coated |
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I'm [?] then I'll try to get to the motive |
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[Opio] |
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The root of it all (the fruit of truth) |
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Provides the proof (the vibe alive) for who (what) when (and why) |
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And where is that, you better look inward |
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Never find it outside yourself, potential |
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[Del] Man I'm seein somethin a little weird man |
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[Opio] Yeah nigga they tryin to pull a fast one on you man |
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[Chorus: Del] |
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Is anything gone but this picture here |
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Anything out of place that isn't clear |
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Anything that don't belong in this picture here |
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Can ya, see beyond what you given here? |
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[scratched x4: "can I ask you somethin"] |
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[Opio] |
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Fahrenheits to centigrade, ever since the 11th grade |
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I penetrate the mind's eye like a straw through a glass of lemonade |
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It's ele-men-tary |
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If marijuana's so bad, what's this Zoloft they sellin me? |
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You gotta be jokin, forgot I'm from Oakland |
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If you hop out the roaster get shot up with holes, hmm |
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Cause it's poverty out here, so the mob'll be out here |
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For the American dream, how many lost in a year |
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[Del] |
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A hundred and fourteen and more fiend |
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Proportion, black mortality casualty |
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Gradually losin grips with reality |
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When a child's view in violence so casually |
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Callously, carousel of confusion |
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Only comes to a halt with thoughtful conclusions |
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I'ma weigh the pros and cons of what's goin on |
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Decide whether to go beyond and go along |
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[Opio] |
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Don't follow the follower (yeah they be lollygaggin) |
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Man they tell you they seen it all (and they probably haven't) |
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And where is that, you better look inward |
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Never find it outside yourself, potential |
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[Del] Yeah man next they gonna have you up in the spellbound lost'n'found |
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[Opio] Yeah man, there's magical shit man, it's reality |
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[Chorus] |
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[scratches to end] |
