| You want the fly shit, you got the white bruda
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| Catch a kim thrill right after I fly ova
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| I battle alcohol, had to brawl like a soldier
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| Vowed to never fall, now all my nights sober
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| Refine my mind, reclinin' on my sofa
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| Designed to rhyme and strike kinda like a cobra
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| My pen’s venomous, poison ten sentences,
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| Paralyze your peril mind and leave skip blemishes
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| When is he gonna fall off, some of the people wonder
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| You’re more likely to see a foot of snow in summer
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| I’m not mainstream, the tide can never take me under
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| I’m Clyde Stubblefield, the rhyme is my funky drumer
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| I write this like my ancestors holding?
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| Before the Bible and any man made religion
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| Author contextualization, sign and spirit
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| It’s like I neva loose sleep if y’all don’t feel it
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| I’m in my own lane, it has no speed limits
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| Psychedelic mind assault without the weed in it
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| I’m at the point of no return, too deep in it
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| We can turn and look back, but I proceed wid it
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| I lost track of time, felt like I was unconscious
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| Did drips, somebody stole my style and I can’t stop it
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| Top to bottom, whole thing like I was madtronics
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| Woke up with a rhyme, half asleep in my boxes
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| If it’s gonna happen I go a bit beyond
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| You know the true architect when you hear the song
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| The sound nation for the underground you’re standing on
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| True fans gonna miss him when he gone
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| Respect the architect
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| The architect
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| Respect the architect
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| The architect
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| Alright, you can find many rappers more complicated
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| But not many if any high nominated
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| I’m at the top waitin', my album top rated
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| The brightest rap stars not in my constellation
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| Tryna smalltalk your way into the conversation
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| But I dominated kinda like a dominatrix
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| Till the point that my biggest haters stop the hating
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| And pass the piece like a plate at a congregation
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| The most holiest, atop is the loneliest
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| But only cause I don’t associate with any lames
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| Expose the phoney, show 'em how cold it gets
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| With flows that go against the grain
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| No doubt! |
| I play the shooter and coroner, it’s me
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| When you know the party droppin', catch it when it’s easy
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| My rap pedigree command respect
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| Blueprint the master builder
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| Respect the architect
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| The architect
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| The architect
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| Respect the architect |