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To ease the mind |
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I analyze between lines |
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I vandalize |
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With rhymes, when |
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I recite I hold the mic like a nine |
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I design like a composer |
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Blow you like a soldier |
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Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure |
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Grab a mic n' set it like |
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I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater |
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MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure |
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Crimes I design remove stress |
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Like buddah bless in the projects |
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I choose to rep |
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My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be |
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If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me |
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Properly, |
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I be droppin these lime life philosophies |
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Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy |
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I got to be laid back, empower property |
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Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees |
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Quite possibly |
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I might even chop a ki ' |
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Cuz even when |
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I chill the |
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D's are still clockin' me |
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Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me |
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See me jumpin' out the mean |
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Lex, a street odyssey |
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So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines sorta like rhyme is a robbery, |
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I take mines |
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There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me |
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Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease (*scratching*) |
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Just...Just... |
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Just...Just.... |
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Just listen to the man on the mic |
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I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed, |
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Dimes leave keys to they apartment |
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I snipe mc's like a marksman |
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Heat of a arson |
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And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the |
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Arctic Seize like the narcsters |
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When on stage |
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I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils |
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You seek enlightment you can be my disciple |
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Son I don't wanna be in |
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Queens house with my boo |
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Stressed out because case supreme might indict you |
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I do what |
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I got to do survive |
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I've slung jums n' bottles |
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Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows |
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A man child command crowds in smooth apparel |
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Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh |
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My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow |
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My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted |
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Every housin' projects |
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I've repped the realness |
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Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers |
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I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days |
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I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved |
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Like a gemstar inside a plate |
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I'm tryin to live cuz |
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I'mma die one day |
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If Crime don't pay |
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My currency's defined off the rhymes |
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I say I'mma po-et due to my respect of |
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Bigs' assassination |
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I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration |
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My feet stand on pavement once felt by |
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Perry Mason ' |
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Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature |
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I clutch a |
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M-I-C while semi- squeeze |
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Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease (*scratching*) |
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Just...Just... |
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Just...Just |
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Listen...Just... |
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Listen...Listen... |
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Just...Listen to the man on the mic... |
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Just...Just listen... |
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Just listen... |
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Just...Listen to the man on the mic... |
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Listen...Listen... |
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Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*) |
