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The name of the brother to blame |
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It's quite plain, it's not the rain |
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But a brother who don't claim or aim to be a preacher or ordained |
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I have Black |
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Thoughts, therefore my names the same |
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Don't question my ability, in a studio facility |
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As I utilize my |
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God-given utility |
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On time, I get behind and push along a rhyme of mine, which |
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I design, with what? |
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The mind Leave |
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MC's blind with amnesia |
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Chop 'em into salad and my name ain't |
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Caesar Think twice before you approach |
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Get benched by the coach like exit post |
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I wrote murder, so you can say it's |
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Murder He |
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Wrote You think |
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I'm Hell sent, so you repent to the |
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Pope Don't walk when the sign says not to |
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And don't talk when |
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Black Thought's about to |
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When I say "Maestro" and bro starts to play it |
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If you got a rhyme in your mind, then don't say it |
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Save it for the weaker, pack your portable speaker and utilize the treads on your sneaker |
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Take your sorry crew back and forget about rappin' |
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Forget you ever saw me and forget this ever happened ' |
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Cause you might have nightmares of |
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MC's bein' slain |
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And I'll be to blame when you go insane |
