| Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don’t believe
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| Ain’t hungry no mo’so off me you feed
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| I hustle at a speed between greed and need
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| On the streets where intuition and weed are breed
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| Shoot the gift and viff, at the myths uplift
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| My rhyme the clip its like the boom bip to tip (q)
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| In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
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| Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
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| Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
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| You the Ray J Of this rap world
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| I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky
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| Grand like Auto Theft 3
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| Style so developed the law cant arrest me You walk with blood on your shirt
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| Like Jesse Jackson trying to test the reaction of the people
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| See thru trying to out act Don Cheadle
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| I speak to original Hebrew s you know how we do And bleed thru the needle with truth
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| That needs no preview to proof its in the people
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| And how they react still in the business of smacking
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| Rappers is wack you had a dope track I guess opposites
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| attract my mind state is black
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| Black like bernie mack no cowards soul power in the words we rap
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| Picks with fist, thick grease, dark nipples
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| My guy buy ice I search for the dark crystal
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| Racing for paper these broads is starter pistols
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| I spit thru gang wars and strange doors
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| Out the sky flames pour the beats claims war
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| I see niggaz with flags who they waving them for?
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| I’m the nigga that you put the chain on the door for
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| The nigga that you started changing the laws for
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| Orator of hard-core and more
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| My raps the portal for the blue collar
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| Than made a hit and came up on a few dollars
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| I’d rather listen to silence then you holla
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| Borrowed your persona from the late that made dear mama
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| My realness is my armor that I wear up in this boy
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| For truth your a decoy
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| Common Sense is like the future of the Bee-boy
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| I fall down and get up like Don McClerken
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| Hit puss and listen to it whistle while I’m trerkin
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| Break it down like herb
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| The nympho of info I’m fucking what you heard
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| You ain’t ready for war your stuck in the reserves
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| I mastered my high so I’m bucking at the birds
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| I been wanted to fly so now I do it with the words
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| For those in the fast-lane I show you how to merge
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| Get your own you see its like home grown herb black economics
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| The people we serve with Soul Power |