| I played these strings as a kid
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| I play these strings like a violinist
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| Or a violent man whose life is finished
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| In it till the death of me
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| 'Till the bones are all that’s left of me Look and y’all see the remedy the authenticity
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| Eternally everlasting mapping out this craft till my last breath
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| You bury me with pharaoh in my casket
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| I mastered this massive maze avoid disaster
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| And came to my senses learning lessons to harass
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| I’m raised right night or daylight never got stage fright
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| Ya fame might cash for the moment but I slay mics
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| I stay tight class and DL u know they same types
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| Rapping and reciting cause we enticing a new life
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| It’s like that, and thats just the way it is And to my kids in the next life my minds on the biz
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| Y’all can classify the raps that I exhibit
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| Exquisitely and simply, Eternia that’s reppin’this
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| We’ve dealt with the ups and downs
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| It’s just the way it is, the way the world goes round
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| Some people choose to smile other choose to frown
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| It’s just the way it is, the way the world goes round
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| And once you at the top they hafta take your crown
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| It’s just the way it is, the way the world goes round
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| We filled the foundation from the underground
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| It’s just the way it is, the way the world goes round
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| You now I’m that kid reppin’the burbs
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| Who spits and severs your words
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| Talk with a full mouth, spit, then enter my verse
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| These copycats neva get to heaven first
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| Cause they style is fadin’out like some chip n’pepper shirts
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| Y’all need to spit some other words, rip a better verse
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| To concerned to get the cheddar first
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| That’s why you never get the perks
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| And I’ve been playin with this game since I was fifteen
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| Livin in the outbacks, dirty and sportin’ripped jeans
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| I’ve been here, rock shows, ten years I dropped flows
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| It’s just the way it is, I did this shit and neva got doe
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| Much love though, everything I did it made me tighter
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| And now I cipher with some of the best rhyme writers
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| The beat slicer, I cut it up on every angle
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| With these live instruments layin’over dirty samples
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| I’ve been amped, ever since the pen and pad been in my hand
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| Represent the hour glass, (times up) it’s done man
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| Somebody said DL you spit too many battle rhymes
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| You ain’t sayin nothin’you fuck with nigga’s minds
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| There’s meaning to my lines, so listen carefully
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| A metaphor, a simile I ride the melody
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| I’m buyin what your sellin D I master my craft
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| That’s what you’re thinkin but some day I hope I’m makin some cash
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| I did it for the love of the art, it didn’t pay off
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| Should I sell out? |
| By no means just keep workin hard
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| I’m tryin to quit my day job, build a career
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| Move with god speed, rockin a spear
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| Guitar riffs like heavy metal, I’ve got the heavy mental
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| I come equipped with the real shit, the bare essentials
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| I’ve covered ground like an H2 Hummer
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| So next time nigga’s wont sleep like slumber
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| Just incase you wonder, I’ve got a thick catalog
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| I’m not a newcomer I’m just new to y’all
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| Yo yo fathers and holy spirits?
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| Critics ridiculed my hits but dig it Nobody show, they flow infinite
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| I live it, love it, done it and did it Visually vivid, come in it I spit it I kill I will I’m in it to win it I was born shell toein', elbowin', hell throwin
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| Jam blowin'(shortly known as) ???
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| End zone in my flow can leave your crew deceased
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| But check the news release
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| The son is classified; |
| you know he’s rulin’the east
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| Good grief, peep the article
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| Blaze you with the audible, spark you with the arsenal
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| Can’t stop the honorable
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| Bad to the bone, either condemn or condone
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| ? |
| will go to war like like Arafat and Sharon
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| Cause I’m the king of the throne, internationally known
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| Fuck a pen and a pad cause now I write with tablets of stone
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| Give the God credit
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| Go ahead and treat it like a lost?
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| Classified, just the way it is: authentic |