| I bust my ass for what I have, nobody gave a fuck
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| And I ain’t wanna ask for a hand and get the finger
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| Understand I ain’t tryna hear it
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| I’m what they wanna hear
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| The art is regarded as the heart of the streets, you wasn’t there
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| You lack burden of proof, my rap’s truth
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| Resonated through pen and paper, stimulated many
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| Ain’t it, deep how I never let opinions fade me?
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| I know they hate me 'cause they ain’t me, so to see me make it
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| Agonizes snakes and liars have no grace and desire
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| I patiently waited then came with the fire that rages inside me
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| Flamin' rhymer, dreamin' ain’t nicer
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| See the light when they awake into my greater horizon
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| Require change of environment, no love lost, haters inspirin'
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| New ways of thinkin' makin' me rise to the occasion like Kyrie
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| Determined to reap the goal, whoever oppose, I serve them
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| Food for thought, I put work in, my word is bond
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| To my culture is proud that I wrote this
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| Art is exalted, calm yet ferocious
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| God bless the child who could hold his
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| I’m focused, starin' at the ocean
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| Searchin' for peace as I question life’s purpose
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| Seem certain, indeed, these verses
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| Hold weight like Ace in the cleaners
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| Able to distinguish the difference between thinkin' and schemin'
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| It’s like bein' tired of waitin' when patience is needed
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| Is it safe for a dreamer in a city that never sleeps?
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| Every day you awake is succeeded
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| Indeed the degree of separation increases with measures taken
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| Inconceivable within reach, no limitations
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| If you ever hesitated on Mega, maybe you ain’t know
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| I never needed your validation |