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Soul magnificent, this where I started |
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When God created light, He made me in the flesh |
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The caramel black man, here to free all the rest |
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Inhale, exhale, nigga open your chest |
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Put it to rest, I'm one of Los Angeles best |
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Rearrange game, not sane rap, push your brain back |
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I never left, so how the fuck could I have came back? |
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The sun burns holes in the souls of fakers |
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I drinks cold ol' gold and I loves them Lakers |
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My mind travels at the speed of concrete streets |
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It's all real, feel different then why must we speak |
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I strive to teach each, outreach over rugged beats in the streets |
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And this just the beginnin' of me |
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The matrix, I'm givin' all you kids the basics |
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Patience, invest time or time's been wasted |
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When Defari rhyme, a breath of fresh air, the mornin' sunshine |
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I had to take back what was rightfully mine |
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And that's a Golden State crown when I gets down |
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The yellow-brown, million dollar voice from L.A. town |
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See, if you look up at the sun, you'll see my face in the reflection |
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The light that shines for all them children protection |
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Wake up for the mornin' blessin's, push-ups by the session |
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Damaged beats, never second guessin' |
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Nightmares and dreams, everythin's not what it seems |
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Dilated, expansion team |
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Revolution |