| Wake up! |
| Ha ha. |
| Dilated, Dilated
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| Y’all know what time it is, check the clock
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| You hear that shit ringin
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| You hear that shit buzzin
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| Ring the alarm, shoot the flare, I’m here
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| Lay right there, you catch the Dana Dane «Nightmares»
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| (Nightmares) They know it’s caffeine, they try but can’t sleep
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| They’re hatin but they rockin to it while they count sheep
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| Cause this here’s alarm clock music
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| Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it
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| Pressin the button, they tryin to snooze
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| But their never been a man born with time to lose
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| So many freestyles I did when I was tourin
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| But since I wrote 'em down, they view 'em as important
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| I do what I want, the way I see fit
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| And they think I’m from the Bay the way the flow B-Legit
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| Evidence got another sound mission
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| Listen, biz and pleasure, what’s the difference
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| As long as the shit’s hittin, and weed’s gettin lit
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| Dilated we play some Pole Position
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| «Cause this here’s alarm clock music»
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| «Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it»
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| «Pressin the button, they tryin to snooze»
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| Yeah, 16 out of 16 bars I spit are thrillers
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| 8 out of 16 bars you spit are fillers
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| And I got these beats game tight
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| Keep talkin shit, just spell my name right
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| Evidence, make music, focus on the listener
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| I know I’m ghetto, use speakers as air conditioners
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| Feel the air blast
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| It’s a hot day in L.A., right off Fairfax
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| Rakaa, Arabic name, not a nickname
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| That in the frame makes it hard to get planes
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| I stay fly through the clouds of slipped brain
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| Thinkin how I loved hip-hop, but shit changed
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| Some say we’re too serious and conscious
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| Some say we’re all battle raps and ganja
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| I say in your bad dreams we’re monsters
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| Ratpackin stages like Frank Sinatra
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| Yeah, right now we in the zone we belong (right here)
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| I let you know, right now you get warned
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| Right now before I sound the alarm
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| Let you know right now is the calm before the storm
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| The world changed, lands got conquered
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| Continents wandered, the planet got smaller
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| New York at 8 o’clock then head to Cali by flight
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| We got two shows, one on each coast the same night
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| Yeah, the same fight for crumbs is not new to me
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| The hood sick even with free shots immunity
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| We need black and brown unity
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| So we need to keep that jail shit out of the community
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| Plus George got a few more years
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| That’s a couple wars there and a couple wars here
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| Tricknowledgy propaganda and fear
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| Make it hard to believe your own eyes and ears |