| My flow pattern, that of a classic, symphony
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| A magical timepiece, with unseen symmetry
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| Accurate still, after a quarter of a century
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| Indelible spells cast by warlocks and wizardry
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| Print at it, know that toe taggin instantly
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| I illustrate, so you can see it all visually
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| The beat save, next we expand the memory
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| Travel the land spreading ma musical ministry
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| Guard-like on plex I’m whippin ma short mic
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| The rhyme is a reminder why I stay up all night
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| Hitplay, next day, know that you top flight
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| Not a bad way to spend half ma adult life
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| Invested in myself when nobody else believed
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| Now d whole world proud of what I achieved
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| Things changed, now I’m lookin like d safest bet
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| Just gettin started ain’t saying nothing yet
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| (You rap about violence too much)
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| (Once again)
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| (You want a fresh style, let me show you)
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| Fat vegans body shamin you, niggas gotta improve yourself don’t blame me
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| Extended victims tryna play me
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| You can do anything in this world except when you’re angry
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| Weaker than they that mourn an look sympathy
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| Fall with grace not on your face
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| Obsess less reinvent yo joylessness, death, of the heart an soul-unhappiness
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| What are you a martyr? |
| Meaning riots starter?
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| Complacency of the companies, Facebook always listens
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| Privacy is fantasy, we’re warlocks on d block, practising bitchcraft
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| A little spit and polish an it’s as good as you
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| Buy yo mean degree it’s royalty free
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| The same people who claim to have no religious beliefs
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| Are the same ones who fill my timelines wid comments about sports team
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| Yow I sing a song, infinity gauntlet ringers on
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| My conscience response to it by watching d consciousness, bring em on
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| I gas em an blow up smoke in dem ass enough to build a bomb
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| Even when it’s warm in d storm my tenders wants m&m been d creme de la creme
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| Go tell a friend
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| Remember me I’m hard to forget, respect d elephants
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| I, God to Tom-Tom mack, to wise guys ipod crack
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| No eyes on Lebron mon stat, I’m a maud Rashad John cat
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| I’m come equipped wit d poisonous ink
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| To prepare ma dallas pen for combat jack
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| When cognac’s crack that couldn’t understand the flow so fat
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| An made a waterfall fall back
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| Lacking definitions cats asking «What you call dat?»
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| Tell em all dat, valor hat the sultan map of mauve raps
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| With print math, money is made with print math
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| Dis fast, kid be just laugh, it’s witchcraft |