| This shit crazy
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| Two-fifteen
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| Uh, I’m here seated at the helm
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| The black soundtrack to confusion is the film
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| I’m channelin' uncertainty and usin' it to tell the story of winnin' in life,
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| then losin' it as well
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| The triumph was Makaveli inspired
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| Awaken a sleepin' giant, commander Tariq ibn Ziyad
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| Fresh from the fire and into formal attire
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| That’s from a foreign designer, I call the plug, supplier, but a high we got
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| Try me not, that’s the caveat
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| You’d probably get the same thing my last body got
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| Poet Laureate, swift chariot, the Maserat'
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| The one to watch, born the year of the ox
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| I got more than a reason to revel like Desus and Mero
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| Lyrical religious hero on Jesus' level
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| The reason none of these heathens is even as thorough
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| We bare arms like Idris or Venus de Milo
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| My blood is different than the blood that you bleed if it’s yellow
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| I’m colder than Paul Robeson leadin' Othello
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| I’m older than the barcode, it ain’t easy to tell though
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| The rap John Henry, they send me deep in the railroad
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| I’m heavy metal, the rock roller, the rebel without a pause
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| Perspective is bipolar as ever, I gotta cross the bridge and then burnt it into
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| ash
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| A reoccurin' dream and then turnt it into cash
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| The reoccurin' theme is the hurt lives in the past
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| But undeniable lessons I learned live in the stash
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| Uh, the breadwinner, the dead center, the head-spinner
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| I heard life is a bitch, I went to bed wit' her
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| I once was told to know thy self
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| How can I grow myself, if I don’t know myself?
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| The low-hangin' fruit for bottom feeders, no top-shelf
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| I chase demons for a lotta reasons, not just health
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| Seated at the throne, summonin' the ghosts like a seance
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| I never take a day off work, it never pay off
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| I wish for more peace on this Earth and never chaos
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| As long as classrooms gettin' sprayed with the ARs
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| Yeah
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| Revelation of a blessin' in disguise
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| I looked hate in the face and read the message in his eyes
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| They clickbaited a nation and requested the response
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| And dictated the makings of another renaissance
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| But wait, the fate of it’s what the government decides
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| And I don’t mean the state, I mean this government of ours
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| The mark, Ark of the Covenant requires
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| Frauds, I’m makin' a mockery of 'em with the bars alone
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| The population of the world has grown
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| And more people in the streets than live in gorgeous homes
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| A lotta heavy conflict zones, the swords are shown
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| I’m tryna study all the language on the Georgia Stones
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| To quote the classic joint, «What a fool believes»
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| And what the teachers of the school believes
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| Is very different from what the thieves and the class in rule believes
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| I’m tryna give y’all some jewelries
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| We under pressure like a diamond mine
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| Huntin' it somethin' like a phenomenon
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| And we losin' light like M. Night Shyamalan
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| Them people searchin' for somethin' with body armor on
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| You never know who they wantin', that’s why we on the law
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| Preparin' me, that isn’t necessary, what I’m haunted by is knowin' where the
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| bodies are buried
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| Yet, I’m taunted by the omen
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| Knowin' my adversary, I’m gone to Neveruary
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| It’s on, it’s gettin' heavy for real |