| Yeah ayo
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| Listen to the horns play
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| I get busy all day
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| I don’t give a fuck what they wanna say
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| This is me turning it up
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| This is me burning it up
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| You, observing the emcee bus
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| Just a coach on the side lines
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| Tryna bide time
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| Watching the game being played out through my eyes
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| I know it’s painful how they degrade you
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| But I praise you
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| This is the soundtrack that we will train to
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| This is not a call to arms
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| I did that ten years ago
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| These are called keep alert bars
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| Don’t talk just work your jaws
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| Don’t walk just work the war
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| That’s a personal flaw
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| Murdered bar after bar since 1974
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| When I was born with a mic on my arm
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| Awesome
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| Six minutes Canibus you on
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| Yes, yes y’all
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| To the beat god, next bar
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| I do this to atone
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| I do this to atone for my sins
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| But I am punished for the tone of my skin
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| Bring it down about 14.5 DB
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| Maybe then you might see what I mean
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| Out in Berkley
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| They not too thirsty
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| They don’t like veterans neither, but they can’t hurt me
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| Bring it down about 14.5 DB
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| Maybe then you might see what I mean
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| Ayo, Hip-hop provost
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| Who said the word Hip-hop the most?
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| Which one of yous think you a poet?
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| Perfect cause you practice that classic
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| Scholastic, Canibus man shit
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| The current catalogue and past tense
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| I do this to atone
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| We all must atone for our sins
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| But I am punished for the tone of my skin
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| The C of tranquility — the C means light
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| The light means space, my DNA strain is my base
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| Don’t know who I am
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| Can’t remember who I was
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| I pump blood through the veins of Hip-hop
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| For street buzz
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| A constitution written in collusion
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| With limited distribution
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| Since I was recruited I’ve been making music |