| Someothaship connect gang
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| Miss One and Declaime
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| Chris Keys on the boards
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| Boards
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| Rolling through samsara like a samurai
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| Third eye, got it open like I’m super duper high
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| Pyschedilic tippy bag of funk, funk for reals
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| Funk you can feel
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| Stays in the body until
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| You die or somebody kills you
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| Funk you can have form swollen like hungry locusts
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| Hocus pocus laser light focus
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| Opus supreme, dream travelling
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| Devils babbling unravelling with each pattern
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| (?) with the rings of saturn
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| Egos shattering
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| Badder when I’m battling
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| Madder than the mad hatter in
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| That move, move me
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| I left Coltrane, probably never rock a gold chain
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| This world’s a cold game
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| So I flick my bic and light a flame
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| That’s that hit that they be talking about
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| And if not they should be talking about
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| Nanotech check you whole set
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| Lift that state it’s all clear
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| Just don’t feel it with your ear
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| Feel it here, here, and here
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| Full body connect with the god
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| My rhythm stay tight cause there’s no other option
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| Got the jazz real tough from my mama and my papa
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| Watch me now you can’t fake the style
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| Coming up short with your hate
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| My styles from LA, New York
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| And all the way to North Town Vegas
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| Can’t be duplicated
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| Give praises to the most high almighty for the funk in everybody
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| On the dynamic quest out to shake sleep minds from rest
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| Captivating, give you our best
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| Regulate the mic with much respect
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| Look at this crowd we found
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| Visual skill for sound
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| Never gonna put this down
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| It’s evident that we bound to rap
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| Clap when you hear us clown to attract
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| As dope as this
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| Roads so filthy your focus split
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| I won’t insert any expletive
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| I rip mics for mothers with kids
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| And fathers with kids
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| Now we gon' play
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| They gonna pay for writing rap the wrong way
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| But it’s back to boom-bap to keep it light headed
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| I won’t stop once I get started
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| You know me
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| I’m going in on a daily basis
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| In a world that be filled with races
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| Lemme slow my pace right quick
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| High spirits be dwelling in this (?)
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| Gotta get down
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| Jam on
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| Get down
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| On the one
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| Gotta get down
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| Jam on
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| Get live on the one
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| And this dimensional frequency
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| Is now raising it’s frequency and energy body
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| To adjust to the new frequencies in the universe
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| In the universe |