| Sittin on top of the bay, watchin the tide
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| It’s time to break the tension away, come take a ride
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| As you enter the dimension of the crew SoleSides
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| It ain’t nuttin goin on but a party
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| Now brothers wanna flex but I’m over they heads
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| I got the funky type of style to rip your vocals to shreds
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| I’m never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds
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| Cause -- I ain’t did nuttin to no-BODY!
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| I dedicate that line to Shack from South Central
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| Not sayin I’m the baddest but I know I got potential
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| For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you
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| Your style is kinda dry hope my melody can quench you
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| My soul is one with all although my ego is against you
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| See rap is a raw meat, so now I got to mince you
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| I’m playin rappers out like an old pair of gym shoes
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| I can do anything, I can do anything
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| Crusin down the street in my six-four Impala
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| Is what I’d like to be doin if only I had the dollars
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| A baller ain’t a baller if he ain’t got balls
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| A scholar ain’t a scholar if he ain’t got scho-lastic
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| Education, and if not that, then learn from life
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| Beyond all of the material crap
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| A human ain’t a human if he doesn’t make mistakes
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| And the name of this song is Swan Lake
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| A planet ain’t a planet if it don’t have wars
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| A battle ain’t a battle if you don’t catch scars
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| A mind that ain’t inquisitive really doesn’t got
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| Shit to live for if you can’t explore the
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| Realms of thought you ought not test lest
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| You be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped for a
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| Bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb
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| Really wasn’t nuttin but a bag of strong palms
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| Lost twenty dollars, didn’t get high
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| Maybe next time I use my finances right
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| Live another day, learn another lesson
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| Ain’t no need to get my mental status cold stressin
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| That it’s so ill that it’s fo'-real that it’s
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| No skill displayed, de shades gone now
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| So it’s time to build my own umbrella
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| Tell it tell her hella mellow fellows loungin
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| Better bread I never fled a header of the sounds and
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| All I wanna do is run my own universe
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| Grab the mic and let my spirit just FLOCK when I croon a verse
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| Mind over matter, spirit over mind
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| A doobie and a skin funky breakbeats and rhymes
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| A true blue homey to the end reminiscin with your
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| Sister in the living room gin
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| A life with a plan nine acres on a land
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| Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man
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| Prepare for the essence when your inner soul’s free
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| Before the departure plantin of the right seed
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| I think what everybody’s strivin for is peace of mind
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| I’m thinkin the world is full of inner places that are out there to find
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| Manipulated minds need to make an escape
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| And the name of this song is Swan Lake
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| Manipulated minds need to make an escape
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| And the name of this song is Swan Lake |