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(feat. Souls of Mischief) |
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[Intro: Opio and Souls] |
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Can you hear the music |
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I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, uh uh |
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I got a hoe right here (right here) |
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You need innovation in your nation |
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Listen to me tell my story |
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[A-Plus] |
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Yeah, A-Plus I'm no angel |
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Get all up in somebody brain, it's no thang to |
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Givin up too much of yo' game, they gon' hang you |
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Have you lookin strange cause you came with the wrong angle |
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Ey dude, if anyone ask for me |
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I'm chillin with a chick makin her {?} the weed |
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I do it to light my load, type to explode |
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If the, triflin toad come to see my rifle unload |
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I got a hoe right here, naked in my living room |
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With no ID and you have no idea |
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[Opio] |
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The paper that I'm getting too is so high gear |
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That's a pro mind peer, we got a gold mine here |
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Eyes is red, but I'm barely lit |
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Steer my chariot like Secretariat |
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Triple crown is the foundation, flip it now or praise it |
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Eight times bigger how amazin, creepin out the basement |
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[Phesto] |
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I got that Bangladesh, A-1 frame slang effect |
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Made her hang her dress and the ankle less |
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You can't gain respect jackin, we everlastin |
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This medication, produced with no expiration |
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Dates - my track records take place up |
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Vacate my scrotum, I'm superstar nova |
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The more older with the art of doja |
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Hard composer, sharp as Moses, in the heart of Oakland |
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[Chorus: Opio and Souls] |
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Listen to me tell my story - can you hear the music |
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It is so important, please do not confuse me with these bitched up clowns |
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Kill me with these magazines, personas that personify |
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A manufactured image, you need innovation in your nation |
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Can you hear the music - listen to me tell my story |
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Can you hear the music - listen to me tell my story |
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[Tajai] |
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Yeah, listen to it; man you trippin thinkin this is just some music |
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You gotta let it sink, get twisted to it |
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It's mindbendin like change and innovation |
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Be time hittin, with the strength of syncopation |
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Each line meant it, just to make 'em took some patience |
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Crafted, with a master's passion, put time in it |
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Soul searchin, scoured the earth |
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To reconnect and put out powers to work, check it |
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[Opio] |
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Check it walkin down the hallway, smokin a long J |
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Lookin out my window at the crooked and crippled |
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Enough that my temple did the migraine strain |
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It's all simple in the O nigga life ain't changed |
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But my aim at the range made vast improvements |
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Cowboys and Indians, the Browns don't do shit |
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Useless, I let my essence make miracles |
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Fuck with Hieroglyphics, the universe be hearin you |
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S.O. in the acronym, hustle cause we have to win |
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It's time for some action write rhymes with my black pen |
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Peep, that, I'm all about the rap life |
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Run into the airport, tryin to catch the last flight |
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Quick, fast, back to the laboratory |
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I can add this story to my rap book then record it |
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Right on time, I used to bust mine |
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Down at 7-6-2, you remember this crew |
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I would never mislead you, I'm runnin the points |
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They got a license to carry and a gun in the joint |
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I'm tryin to kill that noise, build and destroy |
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Channel your energy cause I'm not your enemy |
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Can you hear the music.. |
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You need innovation in your nation.. |
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Listen to me tell my story.. |
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Listen to me tell my story.. |
