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Yeah ayo, |
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Listen to the horns play, |
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I get busy all day, |
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I don't give a fuck what they wanna say. |
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This is me turning it up, |
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This is me burning it up, |
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You, observing the emcee bus. |
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Just a coach on the side lines, |
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Tryna bide time, |
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Watching the game being played out through my eyes. |
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I know it's painful how they degrade you, |
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But I praise you. |
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This is the soundtrack that we will train to. |
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This is not a call to arms |
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I did that ten years ago, |
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These are called keep alert bars. |
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Don't talk just work your jaws, |
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Don't walk just work the war, |
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That's a personal flaw. |
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Murdered bar after bar since 1974 |
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When I was born with a mic on my arm. |
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Awesome, |
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Six minutes Canibus you on. |
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Yes, yes y'all. |
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To the beat god, next bar. |
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I do this to atone, |
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I do this to atone for my sins, |
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But I am punished for the tone of my skin. |
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Bring it down about 14.5 DB |
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Maybe then you might see what I mean. |
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Out in Berkley |
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They not too thirsty |
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They don't like veterans neither, but they can't hurt me. |
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Bring it down about 14.5 DB |
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Maybe then you might see what I mean. |
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Ayo, Hip-hop provost |
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Who said the word Hip-hop the most? |
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Which one of yous think you a poet? |
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Perfect cause you practice that classic, |
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Scholastic, Canibus man shit. |
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The current catalogue and past tense. |
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I do this to atone, |
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We all must atone for our sins, |
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But I am punished for the tone of my skin. |
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The C of tranquility - the C means light, |
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The light means space, my DNA strain is my base. |
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Don't know who I am, |
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Can't remember who I was. |
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I pump blood through the veins of Hip-hop, |
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For street buzz. |
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A constitution written in collusion |
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With limited distribution, |
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Since I was recruited I've bin making music. |