| Ash ketcham
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| Pokemon emcee
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| Empty clips on Babylon
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| I’m armed, you swarmed, been warned
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| How hot it could get when I let off two at a time
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| My rhyme’s designed to uplift not tear down
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| Wear down you clowns with gift
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| Gifted not lifted
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| Random or specific
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| Atlantic to Pacific
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| I get in gear then shift it
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| You know the game — multi-task, pivot
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| Gotta have more than one edge
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| You know the ledge, gotta live it every minute
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| Second, hour, to the third power don’t miss a drop
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| I do many things but it always comes back to Hip Hop
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| Stage show virtuoso most folks won’t know what hit ‘em
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| Now I think about it, Eric B and Rakim woulda said it was the rhythm
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| I miss them
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| Theses youngins out here missed them
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| Wouldn’t know ‘em if they slapped ‘em in the face
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| Then claim to be rappers what a fucking disgrace
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| OK enough of that
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| Don’t let me soapbox
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| I could rap all day about the fuckery
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| But I’d rather just be and get mines in spite of
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| That’s enough for me
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| The long years of toil 'bout to pop like a boil
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| And pay off in a major way --
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| When O. Retnu and Asheru threw on the capes, who saved the day?
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| Maaaan I do this shit for real
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| It Ain’t Hard To Tell
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| A Homeowner, stack chips/ pay bills like you nigga
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| It Ain’t Hard To Tell
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| I been raised in the ways since back in the days
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| It Ain’t Hard To Tell
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| Unfazed by the glaze of the media haze
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| It Ain’t Hard To Tell
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| Got The ELs behind me, DC to co-sign me
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| It Ain’t Hard To Tell
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| I got gifts in abundance I use to stunt with
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| It Ain’t Hard To Tell
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| Made by the Most High I’m unbreakable
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| My faith in myself is unshakeable
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| No comparing me to anybody else clearly
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| Because the difference is unmistakable
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| Guerilla Arts
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| By any means necessary
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| We carry the torch
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| Then scorch the ground
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| Blaze trails for miles
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| Real life and sound
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| Better ready your ammunition
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| Beg forgiveness over permission
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| Listen twice as much as you speak
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| That’s how you play your position
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| Advance one step at a time
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| Learn to separate time
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| Between the real and the fugazi
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| Put your all in one
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| Put none in the other
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| Gotta avoid being too lazy
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| At all costs be a boss
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| Don’t follow you lead
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| Don’t wait for a break
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| You got everything you need
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| First make up your mind
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| Then make up the lines
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| To write your own story
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| As you proceed --
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| That’s rules to live by
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| One to grow on
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| For those who get their flow on
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| And so on
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| Dedicated to the artists in the field
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| Whose pen is their sword
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| And passion their shield
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| Dedicated to the whole Diaspora
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| DC Caribbean to Africa
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| I ain’t talking Umfoofoo
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| I’m talking Ubuntu
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| Dogon, Ibo, and Zulu
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| Dedicated to the yout' dem
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| Who don’t see the forces
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| Tryna uproot them
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| They grow before their time
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| Get plucked from the vine
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| Their own brother or police shoot them
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| Happens all the time
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| Some say all is well
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| Try so hard to win
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| Seem to always fail
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| But the meek shall inherit
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| When it’s all for sale, huh--
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| It Ain’t Hard To Tell!!! |