| When you’re a genius, you’re alone because you’re unique
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| Stress be making you skinny, they ask do you eat
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| These niggas worshipping devils, if that’s who you seek
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| Watch my calligraphy boxcutter design your cheek
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| I gave them jewels they could rock like they favorite pair of shoes
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| When they don’t salute you for that is when they break the rules
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| Uhh, I could change the game in one bar
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| Verses full of whips but you never seen them in one car
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| My miracle pen’s inspired by lyrical men
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| No phony gods or fake spiritual friends, nah
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| I done prophecized massacres
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| I made the pain feel good for the masochists
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| I shot, the salad that they tried to make you toss
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| Funny shit, you still gimme your ass to kiss
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| Flatbush is a place for inner city dreams
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| And they can shoot those down aiming the illest beam
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| You’ve got the words to change a nation
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| But you’re biting your tongue
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| You’ve spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you’ll say something wrong
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| If no one ever hears it how we gunna learn your song?
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| So come on, come on |
| Come on, come on
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| I’m like the real life teacher from Breaking Bad
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| But what I’m selling these students is so they could pass
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| Not to the after life, to the path that’s right
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| So they won’t never have to bag the white
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| I’m a martyr and these bars’ll go on forever
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| Like the 8 that was worn by Gary Carter
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| M16 for the politics
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| I 50 cal Barrett the bureaucracy- ain’t nobody stopping me
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| Shape shifter bars lift niggas focused on dropping me
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| Tell them niggas drop they flag, Ed Hochuli
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| Most people gonna hear that and gotta Google it
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| Ill take the game and won’t give it back on some frugal shit
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| When you street smart you keep the strap lifted
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| But when you book-smart you can’t get blacklisted
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| When you both the world is yours because you that gifted
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| I bit my tongue too long and almost half ripped it
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| You’ve got the words to change a nation
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| But you’re biting your tongue
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| You’ve spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you’ll say something wrong
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| If no one ever hears it how we gunna learn your song?
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| So come on, come on |
| Come on, come on
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| I want to shout, I want to scream until the words dry out
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| So put it all on the papers, I’m not afraid
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| Tell them read all about it, read all about it |