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[Intro:] |
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May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society |
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As you sit here day after day after day |
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In this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar? |
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Have you ever thought about that? |
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What are you doing for the world or for other people? |
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Day after day, hour after hour, night after night |
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[Verse 1: Logic] |
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Me and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes |
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This the time of our lives but many don't realize |
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Havin' visions of livin' on another level |
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Never signed with the devil, |
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The rebel that we ****** around with the treble |
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Bumping tribe in the system like penicillin |
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Mother****** I'm killing |
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Spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system |
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Say it then I do it I never missed 'em |
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****** 'em after I kissed 'em |
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Sit back and listen my chain, it glisten |
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It's like I'm from another dimension |
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Did I mention my circles smaller then an intervention |
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Then some, beautiful women tell me I'm handsome |
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Then I |
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Snatch they heart and make they ************ the ransom |
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I ****** them until inside they belly burst |
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Stop it drop the beat and then we cue the verse |
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Spitting lyrics like How a Mac-11 really disperse |
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Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse |
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They say I got too many styles ************ I've been diverse |
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They scared to jump in the cypher I be all up in it first |
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My apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse |
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When I come through I spit voodoo and leave them cursed |
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Common logic |
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[Interlude] |
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[Hook:] |
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This is the realest |
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Only unto the real shall I reveal this |
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I even made this beat my self just so y'all could feel this |
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From Nasty Nas to Big L to A Tribe Called Quest |
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We the Rattpack in other words the tribe that's next |
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[Verse 2: Logic] |
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It's been a long time |
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And I ain't even in my prime |
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I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines |
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On the come up |
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Matter of fact it was long before that |
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Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that |
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This is a letter to the underground the place where I'm from |
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This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done |
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And even though I've gotta leave man don't none of y'all grieve |
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Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe |
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Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't |
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Some of y'all will love my radio ************t, some of y'all won't |
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Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang |
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Something for everybody no not just one lane |
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And on the real I'll never forget the day I got my deal |
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Full creative control and the money was unreal |
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Started from the bottom and got here cause of my skill |
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And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfill |
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[Hook x5] |
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[Outro:] |
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You're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger |
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You're not necessarily a man if you do |
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This concludes Midnight Marauder program |
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