| Dag, I ain’t' negative
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| Chill like a sedative
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| Labeling’s a method
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| Division of a relative
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| I build with no imposters
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| Cut off the Rasta
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| Drop that shit cause I’m not that lobster
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| Confidant & cocky
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| Hands clean like Rocky
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| Run with independents
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| Defendants, they cock-block me
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| Rough but not rugged
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| Bust but not thuggin'
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| Seek the truth
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| Now look what this cat drug in
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| Speak facts in my raps some hearing me as a teacher
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| I’m just an outreacher
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| From speaker to speaker
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| Somebody’s gotta reach ya'
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| I’m more than a rapper with a backpacker
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| Spread like computer hacker
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| I tell you how I feel, does that mean I’m dissin'?
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| Jesus was a prophet but I’m not a Christian
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| I read and write
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| No time for me to fight
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| I see the light
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| And drop jewels like meteorites
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| Yo
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| You know the name spell it cause I say so
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| D-A-G ain’t down with ya labels
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| Don’t title me when you living life fatal
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| Just spell it right, D-A-G for the payroll
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| You know the name spell it cause I say so
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| D-A-G ain’t down with ya labels
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| Don’t title me when you living life fatal |
| Dagha, splatter either or either
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| Main course or appetizer
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| Wiser Energizer Prize fighter-writer
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| My tribe rocks to scribe thoughts of the reciter
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| No concentrate, it’s fresh-pressed like apple Cider
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| This game’s full of biters with played-out 1-liners
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| Most never paid homage left the pioneers behind us
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| That’s Peanuts like Lynus
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| I rhyme this with no sublime twist or mind tricks
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| Invisible curveball’s called the blind mist
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| The Legacy’s timeless
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| A clock with no face but dependable righteous
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| In this time, a crisis can birth like Isis
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| For what it’s worth, separate the men from mices
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| Not a New Jack, my blade’s sharp like Wesley Snipes is
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| Guaranteed the seven when I roll the dices
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| I don’t follow trends with the jewels and ices
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| See now-a-days that defines who’s the nicest?
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| A picture’s worth a lot but a song is priceless
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| And I’ll keep going on when I’m gone and lifeless
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| Can’t fight this hipness
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| Yes some still spite this
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| Beautiful, exotic, dark form of delight-ness
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| Hate this or like this, fat-lace/three-stripe this |
| My light rays beam a steady stream of brightness
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| I take a piece of the pie and hand out slices
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| Cause I be getting' nice on the mic devices
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| You know the name spell it cause I say so
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| D-A-G ain’t down with ya labels
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| Don’t title me when you living life fatal
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| Just spell it right, D-A-G for the payroll
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| You know the name spell it cause I say so
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| D-A-G ain’t down with ya labels
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| Don’t title me when you living life fatal
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| I’m not rude it’s just attitude
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| No gratitude
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| Blood suckers getting' stuck up in they latitudes
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| Not mad at you
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| Wanna work the Avenue?
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| Just stay away from my seed or I’m stabbin' you
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| Dag, the evil slayer
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| Life ain’t a game and I refuse to be a player
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| Congressman or Mayor
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| Rhyme-sayer
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| Deep than the Himalayas
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| Don’t paint me in the corner
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| I’m the truth on my square
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| If I say «Fuck the Police» am I a rebel?
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| I call myself a God, cause the other choice is Devil
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| Hello! |
| (Hell no!)
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| I hate Jello
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| Sit back, relax. |
| Baby master’s on the Cello
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| Let me be me
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| Not what you want me to be
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| Master of the University (Come on) |
| D-A I’m nice y’all, Darkshine slice y’all
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| Don’t ever believe that you could deceive me
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| I’m original not like the pretender
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| Natural disaster is the forces I render
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| You know the name spell it cause I say so
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| D-A-G ain’t down with ya labels
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| Don’t title me when you living life fatal
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| Just spell it right, D-A-G for the payroll
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| You know the name spell it cause I say so
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| D-A-G ain’t down with ya labels
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| Don’t title me when you living life fatal
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| Just spell it right, D-A-G for the payroll |