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Now as I rise from the underground destinations unknown |
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Like a feather, goin wherever the wind is blowin' |
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Music is my transportation my tank is full, |
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My alter egos on production providing the fuel |
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My school of thought is elementary bringin it back to basics |
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Lacing the cuts like surgeons givin hiphop a facelift |
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The formula's this: raw beats for consumption |
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With more dope lines than Scarface equals combustion |
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Burning competition, when Keros on the scene |
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I fuel flames to burn emcees with more degrees than PhDs |
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Still, the unidentified object, mics I spark it |
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Providin light like Christ to guide the lost out of darkness |
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Orally deadly leaving my teeth with cavities |
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Drop science like Galileo as foes fall like gravity |
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I'm flippin concepts conscious like Confucius |
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So twist your thinking caps to the side and ride the music |
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Now that you know a bit about me, its time we dig deeper, |
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Got my Seoul from Korea, names Kero nice to meet you |
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Spare time I tag trains and get brain dead from my Nokia |
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And when planets align, I write rhymes for nonbelievers |
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Flipping pages like beepers, but in Meads and Trapper Keepers |
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Filled with these rhymes I wrote in front of my boring teachers |
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And for a breather I'd smoke refer at recess for leisure |
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Blunts burned, till I learned it made my mind weaker |
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Flippin freestyles ciphers from morning to noon |
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Coming of the top like bras on honeymoons |
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Yeah the good old days, when everything was new |
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Lounging with crew, pounding brews, we'd seldom sing the blues |
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Spending all day flippin skate boards on pavement |
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Who woulda of thunk, a chunk of wood could make poor kids famous |
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And I'm sayin things are changing, enjoy the ride |
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With the creator on my passenger side I will survive |
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As I reminisce on this journey from adolescence |
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God gives me the gift of today I call the present |
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I said God gives me the gift of today? |