| Watch out, here it come, that’s the spirit, son
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| I can feel it in the air, I’m feeling young
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| Not here to fight, we call it fun
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| Allah gave me light, real strong
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| Meet me at the top, near dawn
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| Damn right, nope, we always kill songs
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| Mamma gave birth, righteous seed
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| Tension in the hood, it’s alright with me
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| Flows laid down with lightning speed
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| The track game good, it’s alright with me
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| I’ma keep dropping albums, each year
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| Fold y’all niggas, beach chair
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| I told y’all niggas, it’s heat here
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| Watch how y’all step, watch your feet there
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| You blocking the shine of the chief here
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| It’s Keynote Speaker, leap year
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| Watch out, here it come, that’s the spirit, son
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| I can feel it in the air, I’m feeling young
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| Not here to fight, we call it fun
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| Allah gave me light, real strong
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| Meet me at the top, near dawn
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| Damn right, nope, we always kill songs
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| Relentless, hustle, respect the fullest
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| I’m ready, set, see my extra bullets
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| I’m on deck, see, I’m next to do it
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| My nest is blooming, my heart is fuming
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| What you expect, man? |
| The God is human
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| I’m next to do it, my brain is fluid
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| This is my anger, it’s chamber music, now
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| Here we are, to spank and bruise it, now
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| Middle finger, if you think we lose it
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| But you like it 'cause you choose it
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| You can’t coach me out my style
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| I’m the millennium poster child
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| Put in years, move at a slow pace
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| As I watch y’all spit with no taste
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| Watch out, here it come, that’s the spirit, son
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| I can feel it in the air, I’m feeling young
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| Not here to fight, we call it fun
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| Allah gave me light, real strong
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| Meet me at the top, near dawn
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| Damn right, nope, we always kill songs |