| Yeah
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| Fly shit
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| Uh huh
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| I wrote my first rhyme at school on a Saturday
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| Stuck there for half a day all because I can’t behave
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| Already upset 'cause I was up so early
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| With other show outs that showed up at 7:30
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| To make matters worse, we had to turn in an assignment
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| Now what we did wrong, so I decided I would rhyme it
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| That’s when my mind went, time started flying
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| Suddenly I was done and wondered where all the time went
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| My first rhyme, I never thought I was headed
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| Anywhere until my teacher cracked a smile when he read it
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| Back then, that little validation got me so amped
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| 'Til now I travel 'round the nation rocking for fans
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| Who I wax and ask when my next book coming out
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| Amazed in many ways on what my pen’s brought about
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| Humble beginnings but now I get to speak it with clout
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| 'Cause my name ring bells like schools letting out
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| «I write in the night to bring truth to the light»
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| «S-s-sacrifice things like no sleep»
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| «Stayed up late to write some rhymes to some rhythms»
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| «See, with the pen I’m extreme»
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| «I write in the night to bring truth to the light»
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| «S-s-sacrifice things like no sleep»
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| «I-I write it down and I watch it blow up»
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| «We the night writers»
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| Wifey says I get cold and icy
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| Like I might be destressed if I don’t write nightly
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| Turn a couple pages in my psyche, maybe I be understood
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| I’m not allowed to put a price upon the livelihood
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| I tapped the buttons 'til the sun is coming up
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| And tryna glimpse through these basement windows
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| Ground level, 26 symbols
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| A keyboard, a pencil, send some smoke signals
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| Gotta write it all the way instead of throw it all away
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| 'Cause I don’t know no other way, okay?
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| Whether or not any whoever heard the verse won’t sway
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| On how I measure giving worth to these words today
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| It’s what it takes to escape and put my mind right
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| Let the lightning strike or go linear line for line
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| And even when there ain’t a limelight I might
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| Still write rhymes about writing these rhymes
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| «I write in the night to bring truth to the light»
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| «S-s-sacrifice things like no sleep»
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| «Stayed up late to write some rhymes to some rhythms»
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| «See, with the pen I’m extreme»
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| «I write in the night to bring truth to the light»
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| «S-s-sacrifice things like no sleep»
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| «I-I write it down and I watch it blow up»
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| «We the night writers»
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| It’s like a maze how these lines are shaped to design
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| Graduated from college writing papers and rhymes
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| African Studies got an A in, people, power, and politics
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| Then followed it with grad school at the U on a scholarship
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| 5 vowels, 26 letters, 21 consonants
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| Played in 196 countries on 7 continents
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| Bright nights, my mind’s a night light, the beats resume the boom
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| My window from how the light’s bright, it’s like room’s a moon
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| I assume you goons buffoons, you meet your doom you’re soon
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| In a tomb like old westerns meet at salloons at noon
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| You brought a knife to a gunfight, we the night writers
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| I’m an assault rifle, you a knife fighter
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| I’m a laptop, you a typewriter
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| Against us with highlighters you couldn’t write brighter
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| You never edit mine, I better so nevermind
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| Every line I got credit for got me in good credit line
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| «I write in the night to bring truth to the light»
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| «S-s-sacrifice things like no sleep»
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| «Stayed up late to write some rhymes to some rhythms»
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| «See, with the pen I’m extreme»
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| «I write in the night to bring truth to the light»
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| «S-s-sacrifice things like no sleep»
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| «I-I write it down and I watch it blow up»
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| «We the night writers» |