| I’m a nine-dimensional being spitting photon directional beams
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| CBD serve my medical needs
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| Move your ass, nigga ain’t got no gravitas
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| I’ma tell you one time, me and you are not sized
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| There is no secret for patience, the key to being patient is sacred
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| And those results are not easily taken
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| You want to build? |
| Do it for real
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| Unite, brother, steel sharpens steel
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| Listen to me, just (breathe)
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| Yea, I be old-school growling, communities by the thousands and counting
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| Coming down off a Mingledorff mountain
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| With books and tube pouches and million dollar equipment vouchers
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| Education, you ain’t shit without it, how about it?
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| They took the game make it hard to support that lane
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| YouTube views probably bought that fame
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| I’d rather go to bass shop pro than deal with yo ignorant ass, yo
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| 'cause our people are always last to know
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| Rap music should have been had unions, but it don’t
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| Try to get 'em to stop the confusion, but they won’t
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| And now here we are, 2018, still got the same problems
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| Chaos a prelude to conflict
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| You know necessity is the mother of ideas
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| And a bad idea is the father of all fears
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| The black and loud herd mentality crowd dreadlocks
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| Be looking like some dirty ass black and mild’s
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| If you ain’t melanated? |
| Black or brown? |
| You ain’t down
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| How that sound? |
| Who’s possessed by the spirit of a savage now?
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| You better check them false facts in your files
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| Division’ll have your mouth starving looking for a hand out
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| Man down, everybody fan out, it’s your fault the plan went south
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| Say the word you the big man now
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| I don’t think so, they move every way the wind blow
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| Kimbo, purse snatch a bimbo don’t get shit though
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| Homie, these niggas lonely and phony
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| Crowd-funded for groceries, some of these Hotep niggas is hungry
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| I germinated the waters, you just tasting out of my faucet
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| You like the taste? |
| We created the sources/sauces
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| The Jamaican mason cooking Cajun bacon with a fig-leaf apron
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| With the information to raise a nation
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| The green is the Ankh, the black is the God
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| My gold staff is a stick that makes buckets of lard
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| Lord Have Mercy, that nigga got bars
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| James Bond with a turbo-saw, but still they resent the God
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| Spit bars til my voice goes hoarse, circular saws slice jaws
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| No novacaine but take twice as long
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| I am the monk of Mingledorff, I mutilate every single song
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| My drum machine cut your fingers off
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| Let’s talk; |
| I see where you went wrong
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| You was smoking embalming fluid out the morgue and held your breathe too long
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| Yea, I’m floored but my God is an awesome God
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| Meanwhile, your paws are too short to walk with dogs
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| Mt. Rushmore Olmec face; |
| your security clearance not up to date
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| So I’ma have to stop you at the gate
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| Thermovision whistles and bells, your superheat smells
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| So on your way to Hell let me give you this cool gel
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| Sound off, let me hear you yell; |
| who you gonna tell?
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| When I was proof-reading the grail? |
| You was learning how to spell
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| Talk to my abbot; |
| I hooked the dragon up to your wagon
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| 2018, you talking about horsepower, you lackin'
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| Layerin raps, matching, you still mackie-board four tracking
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| Rip the Jacker got all the action
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| Canibus, canned by the classic, Full Spectrum Dominance
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| Triple blackness, release the albino kraken
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| On the bible, I swore solemnly
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| Lord watching me, born of a moor progeny
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| Source of a pure prophecy
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| Before Constantine, travel to Nicaea and courted a core following
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| Modestly, freedom before sovereignty
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| I don’t believe in the theme of a war policy
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| Amistad, land of the street and like four blocks from me
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| Cinque speaking and God orator pompously
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| My phrase couplets change the way brains function
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| Hard metal skin brown 'cause it’s rain rusted
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| Tie ropes to your limbs then i play puppets
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| Cut a hole in your stomach then i make munchkins
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| I ate tongues to taste tastebuds
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| If you taste my tastebuds you’ll taste bud
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| I showed up at gunfights and gave hugs
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| Make em put they guns down
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| Shoot em with the same gun, blame drugs
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| Failure is the best lesson
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| She didn’t know my name but she kept guessing
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| I told her gold string makes the best threading
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| When I rump, my steel skin deflects weapons |
| Teflon chest vested, lungs burning
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| Breath ganja, sweat resin, ep-lep-tic (epileptic)
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| Before the beginning I knew the best ending
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| Thought of the answer before the next question
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| Soothsayer, earth sun moonmaker
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| Born instantly, mother never knew labor
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| Shroom taker, Obi with the blue saber
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| Legend King James left out like a new maker
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| Who’s greater? |
| I draw a circle on a Etch A Sketch
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| No birth defects but I got death defects
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| Exhale, reach out, catch the breath
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| We inhale it back in before the second breath
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| Melchizedek, hope is like a god that I never met
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| Sleeping so hard that I rest erect
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| I found a treasure chest
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| I’ma carry as much as my hands hold then I’m leaving you whatever’s left
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| I rotate the earth with my feet
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| Like I’m running on the top exterior of a hamster wheel
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| He’s the Morpheus, I’m the Exile
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| In the simulation, we got the keys and the pills
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| Dr. Seuss talk to Zeus
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| Jump up, grab the sun, alleyoop
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| Break the chain to the subconscious loop
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| Prophets' moms are commonly prostitutes
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| God’s recruit, lies are the honest truth
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| Crabs are big spiders in lobster suits (cute)
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| Pen sharp, when I write cut a desk in half
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| My writtens are better chiseled than metal slabs
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| Lift iron, my sceptre’s a magnetic staff
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| Long blade hidden inside like a machete has
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| Repenting penning a pentagram in a pantograph
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| Fresh up out the pen in a pentagon with a weapon stash
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| Get it past, sleight of hand, Penn & Teller fast
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| Fast like the Pentium i9 that Dell’ll have
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| Heavy like appendix that Adele’ll have
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| White singer, Lightbringer, let the devil cast
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| Horse legs, Annamite figure goat head attached
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| Born Siamese till I ate the second half like a breakfast snack
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| Colorblind, only see things in the three that my spectrum has
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| Green, red and black like the Kenyan flag
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| Every fella Helen Keller ever met is black
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| I love neck so much I bought a pet giraffe
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| Bang arm like funny bone and then I laugh
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| Fist iron, beat sand out a heavy bag
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| Right jab, right jab, tip to the left and jab
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| Left body uppercut, head hit the leather mat
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| Hopefully he wakes up after ten seconds pass
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| I hit him harder than gettin past a depressin past
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| I throw my du-rag in the sea and trigger a three
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| Hundred and sixty degree tidal wave
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| We are each one cell in a giant brain
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| Life a game, self is the boss in the final stage
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| Compared to the Nephilim, Yao Ming’s a dwarf
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| King of lords with double door to Mingledorff
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| Cambatta, Canibus, bring a cross
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| Carry it up a mountain till we exhaust |