| I’m back in the buildin', I’m chillin'
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| Big up to my offspring and all of them
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| Starlita and my little daughter and all of them, Starsia
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| Ya know what I’m sayin', Caprice
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| My homie squad, little Garret Jr
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| Ya know what I’m sayin', original Tayzeen, Angelo Vaughn
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| My man Supreme, ya know what I’m sayin'
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| We in here, straight up, yo.
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| Somebody gotta tell me that the world gonna end
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| Everythin' we doin' now gonna come to an end
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| God created us likewise, men and women
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| Three fourths of earth’s surface has got shit swimmin' in it
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| But now to self preventative truth every minute
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| The mind is infinite, I detect no limit
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| Can’t poison the gods, we see through your gimmicks
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| Mind detects mind let the little star shine
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| A-alike reflect light got the cure for swine
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| Educate, wise up, never fallin' behind
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| Love hella right, yeah took a fall one time
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| But I’m back to retract all the right and exact
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| Add on to light bill power, niggas subtract
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| Got caught in the serious act, Allah akhbar
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| I’ve seen sins and they’re foreheads scarred
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| Tried to take away my happiness, but I studied too hard
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| I’m like new music right now, good in the yard
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| Hate the belly in three separate rate in our squad
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| 360 degrees we form and revolve
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| All the way around the world then them back in them tall? |
| carts
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| Bringin' in the high science like good report cards
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| A-alike, B-alike, C-alike, reflect light
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| Young brothers growin' up gotta respect right
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| You can neva' be a part of this, with you to neglect tight
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| All you gotta do is read and you could perfect sight
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| Let your mind absorb the energy as I convince thee
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| Dig deep down inside yourself and set yourself free
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| Get set yourself apart from which you used to be
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| And get used to me, yeah I speak the truth from what I see
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| Understand clearly, say it loud so the planet hear me
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| Hip-hop nigga for real, knights and all that
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| Do-rags tied to tha' back, know you could feel that
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| Baggy jeans flow that’ll rip the cordless
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| Fit yo' hat shit that make you get on tha' floor quick
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| Hard knock life, Rock the Bells kinda vibe
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| Like Vibe magazine, mad colors and rides
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| Killa bees on the swarm, all my brothers is wise
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| You know I love hip-hop and it gets me high
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| So when the zoo lit, all my fans know when I’m fried
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| And I’m still somethin' where the beat’s at, so I could build somethin'
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| Few thoughts slayin', I’mma start to kill somethin'
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| No matter how it go down, I keep the feel jumpin'
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| To all my dawgs man, just pumpin' that iron
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| Word up, keepin' that rice in that pot
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