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[Chorus] |
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We got the cure for mortality |
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The remedy for your self-destructive mentality |
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Reality check, one, two, look to the firmament |
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This is the fix that's permanent, heard of it |
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[Verse 1: Othello] |
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Finding the flaws in the immune systems of emcees |
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Culture-oriented syringes containing the vaccine |
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Remedy injected melody dissected boom bap infected |
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Methods of ethics and measures of critical conditions |
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Missing having to pay the admission fee |
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By having a friend work at the front desk, or I myself being the emcee |
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Delivering means of relevancy on CD, heard but never seen |
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Never me 'cause I believe in face-to-face orientation |
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Bum-rushing sections if it is or isn't vacant |
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Press on to my walk with God and pull away from being complacent |
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The major faith operator |
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If its dope I'll have to buy it, secular industry infiltrator raider |
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With the ability to bring verbal ethnicity |
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To all regions of sick diseased hip hoppers in need of care immediately |
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I be the O-T-H-E-double-L-O |
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W,oven into the fabrics of seldom produced material we individuals |
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[Chorus] |
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We got the cure for mortality |
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The remedy for your self-destructive mentality |
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Reality check, one, two, look to the firmament |
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This is the fix that's permanent, heard of it |
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[Verse 2: Page One] |
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Fresher than newborn, tighter than a shoehorn |
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Blind mortal men if I appear to them in my true form |
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Shining like fluorescent, sharp and well-rounded like crescent |
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Keeping em guessin but retaining the essence |
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[Verse 3: Othello] |
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I possess the capability to rock immaculately |
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For me being connected to C-H-R-I-S-T |
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And having to deal with diseases is a J-O-B |
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I'm working minimum wage so when can I get a raise |
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[Verse 4: Page One] |
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Phat like a black Magnum 44 graffiti pen |
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Change like a chameleon so you will not see me when |
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I drop on you like a thief in the night with a dope banger |
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And leave these emcees all bent out of shape like a coat hanger |
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[Verse 5: Othello] |
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From lingering in the bottom of what I'm not able to see |
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Is potentially an opportunity to be where God is calling me |
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Scared to death like it was armed robbery |
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Do I have to deal with wack material for the rest of my time to sharpen me? |
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One time for your cranium, taking you through subterranean passages |
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Perhaps this is gonna blow up or get slept on like mattresses |
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But after this, you'll be denouncing them wicked practices |
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Come back to this realm of the living like Lazarus |
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And ain't no fiction, the prediction is disastrous |
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A stack of atlases couldn't measure how phat this is |
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Your blasphemous words'll never get past your lips if you ain't graspin this |
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Representin God but never took the glory that was His |
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[Verse 7: Othello] |
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Isn't it miraculous how people can clap to this |
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B-boys can dance to this, DJs can scratch to this |
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Christ and hip hop activists rocking ever so passionate |
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Changing how they operate, not caring what their habits is |
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[Chorus] |
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We got the cure for mortality |
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The remedy for your self-destructive mentality |
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Reality check, one, two, look to the firmament |
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This is the fix that's permanent, heard of it |
