| Wassup ya’ll?
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| Isolation? |
| Yeah, I’ll give it a shot
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| And all of a sudden we unapproachable?
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| Shit, everybody needs a helping hand right
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| I’m in the same boat floating with you
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| I don’t hold my breath for nothing
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| Since I started writing rhymes back in '92
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| From Oakland to the Brooklyn Zoo
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| Coming soon to a town near you
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| So pick my record up
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| Cause I’m independent and loving it but struggling too
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| Elevate your mind, let your conscious free
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| You rocking to the sounds of the Pro Nasty
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| Yeah, we hear to put a stop to the monotony
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| With all the fake-ass clones and carbon copies
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| Does the radio decide what you like to hear?
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| Does the television tell you what’s the song of the year?
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| Well if so, then pay attention, get your signals clear
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| Cue up the innovators cause we dying out here
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| Put your hands up, high where the birds be
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| Let it spread to your shoulders like a
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| Man it irks me
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| Just stay where you are, right?
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| Yeah, it’s easier that way
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| Businessman in suits playing video games on their PDA
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| And ??? |
| from church got a brother stuck at the drug store
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| We the swimsuit issue ya’ll waited 11 months for
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| What’s your, particular style and focus?
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| Is it whatever the TV push in front of your noses?
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| Deal with this insomniac flow overdoses
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| Of course it’s the Lab Techs
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| Cliff Notes madness
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| Sounds of blackness
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| But I lie awake
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| Elevate, elevate your mind
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| Elevate your mind
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| Elevate your mind
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| Cliff Notes break it apart, ya’ll |