| A black man said his name was Apollo Creed
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| Born as a novel seed in the land of a thousand kings
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| My third eye forever open, living out my dreams
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| Climbing down the mountain to drink water from a baller stream
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| No taps in my system, my land-line clean
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| My bloodline reconnected under my family tree
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| Was it an atom or Adam? |
| Science or religion?
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| Was it the spirit in man or molecules in him?
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| Beer in my hand till I can’t stand the system
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| I walk through ghetto alleys like the titans through the valley
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| Turn the wisdom into a tooth in my mouth
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| And spit the Judas out
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| Producing songs like farms to put my music out
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| Fruits of my labor, vegetables and turntables
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| Bringing day with the night
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| Watching the light cross stage you
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| The future bit the computer 'fore it chopped up the snake
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| 'Cause they say, apple a day keeps the doc away
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| Truth
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| Running through the wind and hear some lies
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| I hear them cry
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| Blood shading my eyes
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| Truth is
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| In the midst of the darkest hours
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| Crazy changing faces within them towers
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| Truth is
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| Yo, Jésus, got some water, need some grape juice
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| I bowed my head and the crown fell out my slave roots
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| That nigga Blu moved Giza to Mount Olympus
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| Now I fix a pyramid every time I count figures
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| Kissing Venus with a Visa
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| Sitting on Chichen Itza
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| It’s the heart I told her
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| It’s the heart that keeps me living
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| Turn the mirror to a prism
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| Saw the zenith through the ceiling
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| If you live in a glass house, buy a surround system
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| This is crack, play it too loud, your house won’t make it back
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| Paint the White House black
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| Rearrange the whole map
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| I swam under the ocean
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| Found Atlantis and a poem
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| Left a rap book in Pomona
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| I could take the planet over
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| Told a soldier if he finds it
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| He should take it home and rhyme it
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| And I did, Blu adventures of the gods and the titans
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| The truth
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| Running through the wind and hear some lies
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| I hear them cry
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| Blood shading my eyes
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| Truth is
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| In the midst of the darkest hours
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| Crazy changing faces within them towers
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| Truth is
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| Truth is |