| American me, wearin' a hair net as a teen
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| Feeding my arrogance to be seen
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| Embarrassed to care, I was scared, unaware of my dreams
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| Just an heir to what my parents had seen, how unfair it all seems
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| Collar to throat was the barrio joke
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| Had 3 Flowers a comb and some dollar store locs
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| Ironing rags keep your eye on the sag
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| A disguise for those admired but never fired a mag
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| I grew tired of that, I grew eyes on my back
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| They drew iron when I drew rhymes, now who’s firing back?
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| Told myself keep your mind on them raps
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| Knowing damn well this shits chess, Denzel
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| And distress is for the damsel lying on tracks
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| 719 my Springs training days
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| Clever with rhymes I ain’t explaining a thing
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| Though I ain’t claiming to bang, I state in criminal slang
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| I speak better with signs and subliminal hymnals
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| Lines look minimal until I paint a King
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| Be it Rodney or Martin who can make the claim
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| When it’s minds like Stephen’s who create the game
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| Be it Tut, Louis, or Midas, the mistakes of James
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| These times got me relying on the King of Kings
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| 'Cause ain’t a hand that can change a thing
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| Can you blame the ring when painting man with some angel wings?
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| Now keep it moving my styles deep seeming confusing
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| Me and 20 in a league of our own; |
| where have you been?
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| Where art thou? |
| You who trend?
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| Where is art now? |
| Please, let me clue you in
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| I said 20, thou, league, see I drop Jules and
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| Used those last three bars in parts to prelude, dang
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| Sylvain said «I see you man»
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| Brought my skills from LA to the EU land
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| And formed AllttA and on this altar I offer my language 'til all words are
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| auburn
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| Sorta like in autumn see my loose leaf’s changing am I too deep say it and
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| we’ll all learn
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| I said language, altar, and auburn, I’m saying pages are getting read as they
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| all turn
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| But they on an altar, I’m saying they all burn
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| Words are getting purged in the flames call our songs urns
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| If all of our songs earn and we get paid well
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| Is it 'cause we’ve all learned that only fame sells?
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| If you’re not at all concerned if we can paint well
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| You can take our name just make sure that it’s framed well
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| And hang it high, expose it to every angle
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| Guess it’s all the same when they claim no one can tell
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| Maybe it’s the way that our names spelled
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| AllttA, A Little Lower Than The Angels
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| AllttA, a-a-a little lower, little lower, little lower
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| AllttA, AllttA, AllttA, AllttA
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| A little lower than the angels
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| AllttA, a-a-a little lower, little lower, little lower
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| AllttA, AllttA, AlltA, AllttA
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| A Little Lower Than The Angels |