| My heart submerged 'fore my tongue started surfing
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| Concerning how one person birth words worth unearthing
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| Two-verse sermon perched up in a 44 membar
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| A 20-bar memoir of a whirling dervish
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| Steel sharpen steel but my sword grow the firmest
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| In the burning furnace of my sojourn for purpose
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| Every step’s a pilgrimage, special ed who never read the syllabus
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| Still got it made and getting paid off how real it is
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| Have you ever witnessed man with sure hope in his glance
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| Short cordless in his hand, eyes closed, wide open
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| With lines quoted from his inner scripture in militant chant?
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| Illustrate an image in an instant, spit a gram
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| I’m highly acclaimed without a claim, inquire about my name
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| Never short status, crack a higher plain, why complain?
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| What type of chain, trophy, or walk of fame can they grant me?
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| I spit it so grammy that my mimics win their Grammys
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| Understand me, I’d rather be Kinged on the balcony than Abernathy
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| John Kennedy in the lap of Jackie
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| I pen a sentence, spin English, make my critics skittish
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| Board a plane in the final minutes like a photo finish
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| The beads clack, tap the pads, beats in beast mode
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| Murdering they ego just by murmuring the cheat code
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| La ilaha illa allah, imagine what a killer saw
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| Trapped behind a prison wall, knowing that within his heart’s
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| A syrum that could cure us all, the devil got sentence laws
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| Sent me letters, and I read 'em scribbled in my scars
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| I don’t have a soul, I am a soul that got a body
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| Flesh-clad like human being is what I’m dressed as at a costume party
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| I decide to go with the half-blind albino
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| Eyes red rhinestones, odd choice, y’already know
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| That ain’t the topic though, greatest that never lived
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| Uh, uh, debating get your head split
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| Uh, uh, uh, shouldn’t have said shit
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| Uh, uh, you shouldn’t have said sh-
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| Greatest that never lived
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| Greatest that never lived
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| You shouldn’t have said sh- |