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Dear diary, here I be droppin' some shit |
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But not journals and memoirs, lines and bars |
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I stretch my hands out to reach for the stars |
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I'm makin' plans now to live on Mars |
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Cause I got Earth on lock |
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See my mind is like a muse to a paper |
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Cause I'm used to a paper-drawn blank |
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Till it's got me to think |
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And I just dip it in my think tank |
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Fill it with anger and |
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Run straight through the lines cause I can't be stopped |
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And pose my will on words even if they won't |
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For example I make words rhyme even when they don't |
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With the ample vocabulary even with the quote |
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I make it mind on mind till I'm done with it |
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Cause I had fun with it |
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Pick it up and run with it |
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Score it and spike it and |
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Don't take a second to figure out you like it |
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And if you think you can find a match then strike it |
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It won't ignite, cause it can't fill my Nikes |
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With the man made lake and the dam and the dyke |
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And the canal it still can't float quite like |
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This natural feel brake your move make it night |
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Cause my mic sound right even when I write like this |
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[Verse 2] |
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I get up in the zone like a super saiyan |
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Sayin' sayin' sayin' sayin' super humans |
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Wan to say them over drunk n' sober |
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Mere mortals make a mission out of mixin' me |
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With masterpieces just so they can bring them home and play them over |
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I dip into theory till I catch their theory, it's scarier then waiting to exhale |
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You must know by the time I tap keys, |
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With relative ease I'll be contemplating my next tale |
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I stay steps ahead thinkin' about the reps ahead |
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By the time you cluin' in it's your rep I'm movin' in |
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It's like a double ban both side screwin' in |
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Your foot in your mouth and my foot in your rear end |
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I wanna get to the point where I don't gotta to crush the competition |
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Just because they wanna see my style |
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I'm tryin' to get to the level where the rebel see the power of my empire |
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And decide wait a while |
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[Verse 3] |
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Let me explain, this is expository while they shut themselves out |
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To open arms and harms way shook by what dreams made |
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Force themselves upon pond screamin they pond |
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That's why rappers run shallow and my ponds are far gone |
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Cool like cal gone just back from california and lands beyond |
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Lettin' foreigners hear my songs and back to spawn some more |
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Some on, some on, some lost, some in, some out, all in without a doubt |
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Some rise by sunrise, while some guys |
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Try to summarize those that walk in fall but can't crawl |
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See I'm hip to a critic, cause they hypocritic |
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Its critical to what I'm kickin, just a little bit political |
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So consider this a PSA from USA to UK |
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Say what you wanna say |
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But if you wanna say what everybody else is gonna say |
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Just remember don't play games with J |
