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(feat. Goapele) |
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I taste the bitter |
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And the sweet |
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The sweet and the bitter |
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Number one draft pick |
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Metaphysic flow spit up |
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Sip my own licks as strong like pop liquor |
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Drink from my flask, kick back till it hit ya |
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Hick up, excused we sipping Jah brew |
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Got me so high, hardly know what to do |
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Been waiting y'all, glad you finally came true |
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Celebration of yaself, family and friends too |
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Crew, who? Said it's taboo, for me to show my feelings |
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Don't you know I'm loving you? |
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Capiche, released stress at the doormat |
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Fresh with the raw rap collapse in your format |
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Backspin again, Jah 'll wade your waistline [???] |
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Why hate and waste time, bounce with the bass line |
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Follow, to sunsets and tomorrow, why rappers don't never |
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Understand their role models, sick with the bottle |
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Let it get hollow, medic, get sweaty by the spit (of )my motto |
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Holler back, I've died cold and you got the 'nac |
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I'm asking all of my people, where ya loving at? |
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[Chorus: Goapele] |
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So don't fight the feeling |
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When we got it right here |
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We ain't going nowhere |
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Open your mind |
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When we got it right here |
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We ain't going nowhere |
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I shot the tribe: death, Judah |
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Twelve when I delve |
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Deep into your mind |
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Praise Jah know yaself |
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Wealth is at state in |
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A mental debate |
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It's all in the fate |
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Plant seeds then you wait |
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Be patient, backwards ??? is found |
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When the ancient are the living , stay down |
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Kings sport ya crown, queens sport ya crown |
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Jah brings light, now the cipher goes round |
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We build, chill, party, act ill |
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Then we back to the lab for some more battle drills |
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Skills that's for real, fellness is kill, houseless is lost |
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In the blizzards of their mills, still I arise |
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My a ancestors let my soul catch fire |
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And serve as a beacon, for lost soulseeking |
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A candle per say like in a dark day |
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We reaching sky high, help me get by |
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Sometimes I need a boost, so I touch the lye |
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Don't fight the feeling, when I write |
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Revealing I'm a light the mic, with hype |
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Might you fiending for |
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[Chorus] |
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Cold Cold copper |
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Skinny, rap 's in it proper |
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Drop funk like a sock in ya gym locker |
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Pop collars, I rock impala's |
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Meet me at the beach, money rain dollars |
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Rhyme scholars, the green and the MP |
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I plan to be out like Marcus Garvey |
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See D-awn, trip on ya sizzle, cocaine and pistols |
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Boy that's a issue or two, you can 't see thru the lies |
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Control the mind, lord knows I'm trying |
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Resign, flip manuscripts It's amp live with the beat |
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And boom tick |
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[Chorus] |