| Stay set, sequel in the making
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| Three sixty my beliefs in the Nation
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| D’s frisk me, they peep reparations
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| With a real nigga aura, though I speak education
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| So explicit, mix it with quantum physics
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| Gifted with Don linguistics, sit and palm bitches
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| Palm biscuits, a youngin' was autistic
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| Omniscient, fly since the garment District
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| Eccentric, inflictin' with the proper diction
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| Compositions consist of no competition
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| Christened by my folks out in park slope
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| Cigar smoke, stay awoke through Allah quotes
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| Cope with the crimes and the petty minds
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| Steady grind, let him rhyme, bet he shine
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| Bezzie time, VVS it 'cause it’s naked
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| Expose the despot, can’t respect it when he dyslexic
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| Epic, keep the soldiers and the suckers separate
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| Perfected, don’t speak on women that I slept with
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| Check it, been ordained since my first chain
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| And my attribute substituted my birth name
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| Words exchanged, frequencies devised
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| Some’ll prefer fame, others lead and guide
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| Decide, confessions of the lost lessons
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| And my possessions keep a stressing nigga guessing
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| Question to die greatest is the doctrine, why wake us?
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| Hi haters, I’m back off a hiatus… |