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Yea... |
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Yea.. |
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Rhyme to the rhythm |
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When I slip in to the zone |
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And zero deep into the groove |
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So as to astonish my opponents |
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When I'm on it like I own it |
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Make the whole galaxy go nuts |
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Script and held ya deep within a different world |
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Like Lisa Bonet on D'Wayne Wayne mane |
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Never plain, stained brains |
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Strive to elevate from here |
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Not just to simply maintain |
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To the bang bang boogie watch my spirit bling bling |
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I don't need no chains or jewelry |
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I don't need a dang thing |
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Hang, rappers like a noose |
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That don't produce another product |
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It's my soul's interpretation |
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If you want it, here I got it |
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Only so much time allotted |
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Many thoughts that must be jotted |
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Clearing out the minds are clotted |
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Not I'm writing on some 'Pac shit |
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In the month of August, take a break out to the farthest region |
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On my rocket ship now y'all MC's can eat my stardust |
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See the crew I rep is Quannum |
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Y'all the bench, we the starters |
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We the meal, the main course |
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For your belly, y'all some toddlers |
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Keep it modest, dope and honest |
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I don't claim to be the hardest Killer, wit' a gun, I really |
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Only wanna be a artist |
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Travel the entire novice, global trotter |
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Got a lot a proper type of sharper, riper, Ahnken conscious here to offer |
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In the middle of the sky, you see my trail, a glimpse just passing |
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Middle of the night, it's dusty, yet it's clear |
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Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid |
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For some psychedelic clarity to breath within the madness |
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When you're out and you're far away from home |
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And your heart and your mind, they start to roam |
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Falling out from the night to spark the zone |
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Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned |
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When you're out and you're far away from home |
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And your heart and your mind, they start to roam |
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Falling out from the night to spark the zone |
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Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned |
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Left the planet Earth to get a wider life perspective |
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On the bigger picture, now I'm steady cruising through the nebula |
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Headed out to Mars, where souls and minds are more connected |
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Build with elders, how to conquer ignorance |
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The mighty predator |
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I be the cosmic editor |
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And when it rains, I let it pour |
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And if I'm short on tour, I guess I'll be the lyric peddler |
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I'm deadly with the medley |
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Steady, ready with the metaphor |
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MC's are R.I.P. if they love life, then why they set it for? |
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Headed for your head, it's gonna erupt, I'm blowing up |
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And popping, this it's court I be the judge and jury |
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With the Johnny Cochran |
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Savvy, plus I hit the cabby green up really often |
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When I'm rocking like I rock it now, stopping is not an option |
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Powered by a force inside, that never will run out of ammo |
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Used to build with Pharaohs, riding through the desert on a camel |
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Ran into a camel by the name of Joe, thought he was wacko |
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All he did was smile and pose and get my folks hooked on tobacco |
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I crackle as I rap, and pro attack a slacker |
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Never clever, sever heads |
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I'm clever, yes, I'll never dread a battle |
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If they white, they put their thumbs up, a black fist if it's a Afro |
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In the Bay I'm hella tight and plus I'm filthy in Seattle |
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In the middle of the sky, you see my trail, a glimpse just passing |
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Middle of the night, it's dusty, yet it's clear |
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Like as if you was dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid |
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For some psychedelic clarity to breath amongst the madness |
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When you're out and you're far away from home |
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And your heart and your mind, they start to roam |
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Falling out from the night to spark the zone |
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Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned |
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When you're out and you're far away from home |
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And your heart and your mind, they start to roam |
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Falling out from the night to spark the zone |
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Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned |
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