| People keep askin me, wheres the underground?
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| Theres mad talented cats underground with that raw shit
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| Ya know whatm sayin?
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| Bringin the raw skills.
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| Ya know what Im sayin? |
| really…
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| To me, its a small wonder, like vicki, why Im picky
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| These niggas suck like hickies
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| And still get the shit they slip in like mickies
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| Im sick of the hater-players, bring on the regulators
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| With the flavors like a farm team fucking with the majors
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| Like a river how I run through it, I do it so cold
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| Freezin up your bodily fluids, your style is old
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| You runnin your mouth, but dont really know what you be talkin about
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| You should retire, get that complimentary watch, be out!
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| Yo, with the quickness, so swift you miss this lyrical fitness
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| Now get this, these emcees wanna test me like litmus, bear witness
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| Im like shot clocks, interstate cops, and blood clots
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| My point is, your flow can stop!
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| By all means, you need more practice, take that ass home
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| Everybody lookin at you, fish tanks and drome
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| In full effect, I stay catchin lyrical rep
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| And keep it blacker than the back of your neck
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| What you expect, that shits hollerin
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| Cause we developin the followin
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| Gettin played like? |
| stones? |
| off tapes and? |
| dollar vans?
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| Ill reverse you, universal, your demise is first
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| Before your rise gets worse
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| You need a night nurse like gregory, beggin me Stop it hurts, what you say to me?
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| Like thats supposed to mean something
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| You dont wanna scene, frontin in the club
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| Your actin, I dont buy it, I got the dub
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| Come on everybody, come on and show your love
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| Chorus: *chanted in background*
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| Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh *repeated 4x*
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| Visions occupy my synaptics space
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| Command and shake, to illustrate my minds landscape
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| The tall grass, the low plains, the mountanous ridges
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| Thickets among the forests, rivers beneath the bridges
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| Presence of hilltops, lit up with tree tops
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| Eavesdrop; |
| and hear the incline of sunshine, nine
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| Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
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| They all form a cipher, and they came to observe it I follow suit, and face it, embrace it Shinin bright, but still Im careful not to waste it Destined to rise, because Im basement adjacent
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| Spirit is still so just chill and be patient
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| Some heads approach like Im the one to base with
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| Clowns about, screamin but dont say shit
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| I aint your student so I aint to be tested
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| Im majestic, I represent my strength without? |
| epitmass?
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| Method is unorthodox, but of course it rocks
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| My serious synopsis will drop kick, my topics
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| Run the gauntlets and galvanize the audience
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| I must represent, I dont come off with no corniness
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| Im all luminary, despite commentary
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| Some people say, mos how you get so?
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| My sign will make you jump around like calypso
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| And murmur to yourself like a schizo
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| There aint no bottom on the? |
| ??
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on. |
| here we go. |
| blackstar, hop on the
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| Blackstar line. |
| we bout to take yall home. |
| ya know what I mean? |
| here we Go…
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| We got all markets on lock
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| From meat to stock
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| Blackstar, what? |
| throwin like head rock in bars
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| Men flock to where we are, cause its the place to be Grab my paint, jump on stage and deface emcees
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| We sell our souls like spawn and come for the drone I sit upon
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| Freestyle or written songs so we can get it on!
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| Going back and forth, fallin back, all across the track
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| Passin the mics like quarterbacks
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| Of course its phat, get off of that!
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| Reverse psychology got em scared to say when shit is whack
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| Got fear of being called a hater, imagine that! |
| we aint havin that
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| We just passed the star status that your grabbin at My battle raps blast your ass back to your natural habitat
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| So floss, cause what it costs aint worth it to me
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| Cause Im the one these spice girl emcees wanna be But they cant, aint no points forever, so why bother?
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| Cause your girl calls my name out like claerance carter, claerance
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| Carter, clarence carter?! |
| ! |
| (I be strokin, thats what I be doin)
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| Aiyyo, as we rock harder
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| And always drop the bonified head nodders
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| Aiyyo, later for the hater-players
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| Yo-yo, yo-yo, later for these hater-players
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| Blackstar keeps shining
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| Blackstar keeps shining |