| Aww… show your right
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| To all of my brothers
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| Show your right
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| To all of my sisters
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| Show your right
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| To my mothers and my fathers
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| Show your right, you know you’re right
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| Show your right
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| Yeah, what up people livin' in this world
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| Who know that the time is now
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| Peace to the sun child, Gods and earths alike
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| Truly we got that know-how, we got that know-how
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| That what, where, why and when
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| Oh, wow, is that fool at it again?
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| Oh yes, we goin' to the promised land, jack
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| Where you won’t get spooked by a casper
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| Last of the second half who spoke and spat it
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| Kick the science and then math to add it
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| Life is a habit
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| Don’t combat it, dog
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| I gots to breathe and smoke before I breathe in smog
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| I step outside and I hug the street
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| I spit life through the mic, flow and love the beats
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| So let me count the ways while I count my scars
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| I count for paydays but I still count stars
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| Can’t count counterclockwise
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| I gotta count yards
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| So don’t count me out on account I ain’t actin' hard
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| So don’t tell me how it could be
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| Cause positivity has been good to me
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| And negativity is no good to me
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| It’s not good for me
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| It’s understood to me
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| Show your right
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| To all of my homies
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| Show your right
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| To my fair weather friends
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| Show your right
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| To all the people that love me
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| Show your right
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| And all the people that hate me
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| Show your right
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| All the people in shackles
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| Show your right
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| And for the people that passed
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| Show your right
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| Back to the essence
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| Show your right, you know you’re right
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| Show your right
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| Now what if i told you you never gonna win
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| Too high to get over to low to get under
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| You stuck in the middle and you never gettin' in
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| Universal soldier smokes too much doja
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| Can’t stay sober to hold your game
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| When you’re all numbed up like novocaine
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| Well just wash my brain, I can’t complain
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| About a thang
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| I’m walkin' outside in the rain
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| Yes, I’m walkin' outside in the rain
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| I ain’t scared of the rain
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| Or the sleet or the snow or the pain
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| Or the pleasure or the loss or the gain
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| Sorry that I didn’t get to read your mind
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| Instead I read in between the lines
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| Gotta break ground when I break down
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| Don’t make a sound
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| The snakes are all around, intend to take you down
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| But I can see their intent
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| Even though I look through the eyes of a squint
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| And I get bent
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| Hmm they constantly askin' why
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| Havin' the audacity to question my capacity
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| But I won’t be pacified or classified
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| Shit, I’ll be the last to die
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| Show your right
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| To all the free thinkers
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| Show your right
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| To the worldwide scams (?)
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| Show your right
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| To the old and the wise
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| Show your right
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| To the young and the curious
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| Show your right
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| I got my ears on the ??
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| Show your right
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| I got my eyes on the future
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| Show your right
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| I got my physical finesse
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| Show your right
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| You know you’re, show your right
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| Oh yes, put your bid in
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| Get in where you fit in
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| Sittin' on these righteous flows
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| Head shoulders knees and toes
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| Move that body across the floor
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| Head shoulders knees and toes
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| Move that body across the floor
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| Uh, yeah |