| What connects the mind to re-design from the abdominal?
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| It’s the soul, everything else isn’t logical
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| Binding philosophical options to opticals
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| I plan to reap the food from niggas, steal it while you driving through
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| So don’t question what the crew can do
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| When you re-using shit like look what my Hadouken do
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| You are just another character caught up in the fiction
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| I Grant Hills, see who rev the engine like a piston
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| You could call me Muhammad 'cause I lead my nation
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| My Islam is Brooklyn, my occupation
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| Is passing knowledge, titties, and stacking pocket savings
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| A nigga wish that Pac could save us
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| I guess I’m faced the, situation with my hands up
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| Screaming «Fuck every copper thinking some lead will stop the prosper»,
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| tell 'em «Man up»
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| But your commissioner really showing no love though
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| 'Cause of my melanin they treat me like a felon in-
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| -Carcerated, but I’ve never been a thug yo
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| I’m just known to break a leg and then I break the skeleton
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| But on the scale to ten, I think break the Richter
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| Ain’t nothing to stop my trigger from killing coppers so mister
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| Please restrain from checking me
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| If Marley shot the sheriff then I aim for deputies
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| 'Til the tables turn and you become the refugee
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| I’m returning culture 'til you see 'bout ten of me
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| I know that you nervous
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| A black man who know what his worth is, I’m off the circuits
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| From this American horror story, we in the circus
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| I found my purpose, fuck with a purpose, I’m focused
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| Align with stars, Mars is where my telescope is
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| Police to be stopped before it’s too late
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| Desperado flow, sending them shots from a leather case
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| Pure guitar funk, send you to sleep, I’ll give in a ray
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| Push a play, I push for the same dude that you pushed away
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| It’s Doms, realest scripted in this storyboard
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| Bully niggas for their smorgasbord
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| Let it be cordial or we go to war
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| What you respect their orders for?
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| We kicking down waters 'til they post the score
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| Rolling towards the solace you’ve been hoping for
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| I don’t expect you to understand, we from different measures
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| Don’t disrespect, them small issues turn to big vendettas
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| They sensing threat, they tryna figure out my mental levels
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| Smart black man though my visuals just a bit disheveled
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| Just a victim of what your system made me
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| But mama taught me this resolve and I’ll never let this system take me
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| Can’t fake me, and if you don’t feel me then you gotta hate me
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| But I’m here and you gotta tolerate me
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| It’s Doms |