| Feel an eclipse
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| That energy shifts
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| The wind is so brisk
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| It’ll push a man over the cliff
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| Beginning with this
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| The word that was born with the fist
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| Absorbing the lands and
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| Flesh torn with the death wish
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| We ain’t gotta get violent to communicate
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| We ain’t gotta see eye to eye to mobilize and motivate
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| Death before dishonor
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| Envy or betrayal
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| Never gon' be stronger than we were
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| The day that we were all together
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| Spike the nail in the coffin
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| 'cuz they say you better off and
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| On the other side when you ain’t got no problems
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| I ain’t sayin' heavens gate is callin'
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| It don’t take death to dodge 'em
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| 'Cuz you’re alive
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| You may as well think of a better option
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| Let’s get you rounded with a spiritual base
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| So you can look in the mirror and be proud of your face
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| A real image don’t know how to be fake
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| Make it by any means or behind the scenes view of the outtakes
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| I lived in a time of raising hell
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| I lived in a time of LL
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| At Def Jam
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| I lived in a time
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| Of champions of rhyme
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| Like Myka motha' fuckin' 9
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| And X Clan
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| I lived in a time of Kool Moe
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| I lived in a time of Native Tongues
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| And Hiero
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| And who could forget the Wu though
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| And who rep the west?
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| My crew Project Blowed
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| A thousand nations
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| Even our own
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| Descend upon us
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| No man is prophet
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| Not a single break
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| Or chink in armor
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| Our wounded and dead
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| Got fox and vultures feedin' on 'em
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| Our movement is lead
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| Protect the culture
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| Keep it goin'
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| En garde
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| For every push
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| When they come hard
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| It’s shields up
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| From the arrow barrage
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| That builds up
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| From one bar to the next
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| For every bar you take a text
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| I got another thought to digest
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| I Rock Dis Funky Joint
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| 'cuz Funky Town’s the livest
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| And you missin' the point
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| You digress I guess
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| But I got something going
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| With my little KTF
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| My crew
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| Is right on the brink
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| Of being The Dark Knight Rises
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| A terror in the air
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| A bearer of bad news
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| Your era is in jeopardy
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| So be scared of Ab Rude
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| Can’t get me out your head
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| My nightmare has you
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| But you’ll never be aware
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| 'cuz to you only cash rules
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| I lived in a time of raising hell
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| I lived in a time of LL
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| At Def Jam
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| I lived in a time
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| Of champions of rhyme
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| Like Myka motha' fuckin' 9
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| And X Clan
|
| I lived in a time of Kool Moe
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| I lived in a time of Native Tongues
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| And Hiero
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| And who could forget the Wu though
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| And who rep the west?
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| My crew Project Blowed |