| No mistake
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| not just some whacko from Waco
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| crazy ill plead insanity
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| just to save humanity
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| be good like no johnny
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| never like no Guliani
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| cause they never could stop me not their imaginary Rocky
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| get me then acquit me attack me what a shock to Pataki
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| here here watch a brother
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| duck the chair
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| I fear only the one
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| upstairs who got no
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| I’m not part of the click
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| it’s whatcha see is Whatcha get
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| my realities personal
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| many times rhymes forget
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| some ain’t heavy like others
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| but they still lie my brothers
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| disgusted at the
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| other folk laughin at us wit the ashes to the ashes
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| the bluntz to the bluntz
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| a chip off the ol block I shock
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| and get the word in maybe that’s why a brother like me shoulders the burden
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| I smells between the white sheets
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| a hell of a beast
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| in the black lurkin
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| don’t front step to the circle
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| spending more time in the air than
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| a flight attendant
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| the rhyme got winded on the way up on what I thought was a lay up these two cent criticizers don’t
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| realize we all under a microscope
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| of a nation of other folk
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| so all this nigga callin is we fallin
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| attitude have we forgotten
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| entertaining is todays way of pickin cotton
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| so that the younger bees and gees
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| think all we can bees is a big dreamer
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| in order to get a Benze or a beemer
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| some stuck in that 96
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| Lexus per minute shit
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| it’s that same 'ol story that bores me ignores me my metaphors be over
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| that head of even heads
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| to some I’m prophetic
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| to the rest I’m pathetic
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| led a movement of mentals
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| against the fesd and point spread
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| on beats madd noize and
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| funky instrumentals
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| there once was a time
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| we fought the power with a rhyme
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| now the attitude goin round
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| no use tryin
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| got more hits than Pete Rose
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| had for the Reds
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| now they be on anything Deion
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| intercepts
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| except I’m in a zone now gettin wreck
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| I get around
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| can I get down like Craig Mack
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| how can I get down
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| back like sock 'em robots who
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| forget it was him
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| who parlayed
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| the styles of KRS &Rakim
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| and brought it to a different level
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| against the so called devil
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| who had the nerve to throw a bell curve
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| and test me, arrest me lemme go let it grow no
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| I’ve been thru the afro
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| it’s been a long time so my childhoods
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| retro
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| unlike today
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| as we be watchin us pay
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| the price that bugs me know’n that God
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| don’t like ugly
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| got a free pair of lugz
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| to run quicker from the slugz
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| but slipped from the madd dirt
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| that was swept under the rug
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| a lil’down, but not out
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| not what you thought it was
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| peace no beefs, I getz love |