| Yo, check this out
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| It’s the Chef on the mic
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| You got 'em colors
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| I got 'em colors
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| No-one's black and white like that mate, no-one
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| Come on
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| I feed my life with ‘m beats ‘n rhymes
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| When I reach the skies ‘n I’m on my knees ‘n cry
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| When I ease the mind ‘n I’m leavin' ye behind
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| And I’m screaming: ‘Jesus Christ' cus I can’t read it right
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| Try to get a grip on this ‘n make ye trip on this
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| Try to make ye hips can’t resist an inch of it
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| I got a list of ‘m things I need luck with
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| Tryin to be me, be real but what the fuck is?
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| And dark mist hits my lungs when I’m stuck with
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| The shit that I’m stuck with, stuff I got shit with
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| Fuck, I’m addicted. |
| I can’t resist it
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| The fall of the siggie, I’m in love with the risk, innit?
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| Incomplete when I miss to see
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| That we all carry colors oughta share with each other
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| I’ma be me and you could still be you
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| But we be so much more if we feelin' it through
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| Take a look at my painting baby, it’s all me
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| Please look carefully
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| Take a look what I made now baby, it’s all me
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| Please be careful please
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| Take a look at my painting baby, it’s all us
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| Colors out of dust
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| Take a look what I made now baby, it’s all me
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| Please be careful please
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| I face my fears and I taste my tears
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| I got no shades on stage, I’m naked up here
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| And all ‘m critics in line, written some lies
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| And why they blind for my soul ‘n they think with their minds
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| But yo, hatred divides us I’m digging in time
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| 1968, the night that the king died
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| I can’t expect us to all think a like
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| But I like the idea that I think that we might
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| So, give it a try if ye feelin my vibe
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| Cus you all got ye paintin I’m giving ye mine
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| Why criticize, ruin it while ye doing it
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| Let ye eyes ride through it, please lose ye mind into it
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| Ssht…
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| So don’t talk, for so far
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| Silence can guide us can mend broken hearts
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| Lose me on the surface come ‘n meet me underneath
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| Cus every word I drop is another fallen son of me
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| Take a look at my painting baby, it’s all me
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| Please look carefully
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| Take a look what I made now baby, it’s all me
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| Please be careful please
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| Take a look at my painting baby, it’s all us
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| Colors out of dust
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| Take a look what I made now baby, it’s all me
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| Please be careful please
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| I wanna dream just to live for once
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| I wanna dream just to live for once
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| Wanna be free from your ignorance
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| I wanna scream let you whisper some
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| I wanna make peace just to kiss someone
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| I want enemies just to hit someone
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| And I, I wanna leave let you linger on
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| And I, I wanna dream just to live for once
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| Take a look at my painting baby, it’s all me
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| Please look carefully
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| Take a look what I made now baby, it’s all me
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| Please be careful please
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| Take a look at my painting baby, it’s all us
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| Colors out of dust
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| Take a look what I made now baby, it’s all me
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| Please be careful please |