| The technique is spiritual art
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| Like Tai Chi
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| Put some headphones up in ya iv
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| Keep track if y’all
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| With barcode i. |
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| I’m raw like Com rocking with No I. D
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| I be so serious the world so curious
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| To hear Awon' s debut here it is
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| Fire on a platter the devil
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| Told me to cool out
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| Hell was getting so cold
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| He had to move out
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| Who’s out Tuesdays be wack now
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| I only listen to the old school tracks now
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| It ain’t Hip Hop homeboy it’s rap now
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| The new motto is die in the trap now
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| Fake emcees be acting real hard
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| Perpetrating a fraud
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| In my backyard
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| I slap the sassy out of homo thugs
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| And wonder why the underground
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| Got no love
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| Tiff the Gift
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| Y’all ain’t ready for A
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| You better back down
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| Most of what y’all say
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| Is really wack now
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| New music Soul Students
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| On the track now
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| Garbage emcees clean up ya act now
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| Y’all ain’t ready for A
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| You better back down
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| Most of what y’all say
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| Is really wack now
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| New music Soul Students
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| On the track now
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| Garbage emcees clean up ya act now
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| The code name fresh
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| Aka Mr. Dope Flow
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| Lyrical criminal wanted by the po Po
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| Friends say I’m loco
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| For calling wack rappers homo
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| Rhymes brolic like Bolo
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| Still never so so
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| On duets or solo
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| I get busy like postal workers
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| In holiday season
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| Some say its treason how I spit hard
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| I can’t help it that when I spit
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| I really hit hard
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| Sharp like gem stars
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| Serve up cats in 6 bars
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| They’ll know its over
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| Like Chappelle’s show
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| Fuck Comedy Central
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| That’s off subject I catch
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| Nuff reck on anybody who suspect
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| One two check my melody
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| Back with a felony of rhyme hell in me
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| To bring out the devil we
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| Combine soul and rhymes
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| Of spoken rhymes
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| That’s sent to cure all mankind
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| Y’all ain’t ready for A
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| You better back down
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| Most of what y’all say
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| Is really wack now
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| New music Soul Students
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| On the track now
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| Garbage emcees clean up ya act now
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| Y’all ain’t ready for A
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| You better back down
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| Most of what y’all say
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| Is really wack now
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| New music Soul Students
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| On the track now
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| Garbage emcees clean up ya act now
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| Awon got more flavors than Skittles
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| Complex but you gravitate to my riddles
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| On some other shit
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| Like MF Doom
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| And for wack emcees
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| There is no room
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| Not impressed with your chains
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| Or your Bling Bling
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| Underground and got bread
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| I can do the same thing
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| I’m tired of the same old slang
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| No disrespect but when did
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| Getting crunk become the new thing
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| I came up on Outkast and Wu Tang
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| With rappers these days
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| I smell some Pu Tang
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| And nowadays it’s all about status
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| And not controlling this mic apparatus
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| They breeding trash to attract
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| All the maggots
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| You label running faggots
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| I don’t get it I grab it
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| Definitive masterpiece
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| I’m the whole package
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| I eat emcees call me the soul savage
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| Y’all ain’t ready for A
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| You better back down
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| Most of what y’all say
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| Is really wack now
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| New music Soul Students
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| On the track now
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| Garbage emcees clean up ya act now
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| Y’all ain’t ready for A
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| You better back down
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| Most of what y’all say
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| Is really wack now
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| New music Soul Students
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| On the track now
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| Garbage emcees clean up ya act now |