| Peace
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| Ahh
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| From the outskirts of the Valley of Kings
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| To the underground — original, that is
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| PXO resurrect a newer style
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| It’s time to bring a new look on things
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| To the East, my brothers, to the East
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| Brothers, stand in the east, walk in the east, bear witness in the east
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| Never leave the east
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| Come one, come all! |
| It’s that time
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Brother J
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| JS-1
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| Yeah, check
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| Gutterless prints
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| My spoon is the wand
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| My craft is the message and these words be the bond
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| American rebel, Alkebulan spawn
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| My Constitution is justice, I got beef with the board
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| Greed by hordes
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| Old-school tactics
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| Funds to the mattress of the masses
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| From pockets of the grafted
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| Reading Kabballah in the Masjid
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| Sippin' tea with the bishop, what the math is
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| You half-grid if you biz with the malice
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| You off-grid if you Potter and that chalice
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| Discipline imbalance, supreme talents
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| General with a pen
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| I spit the law from the phalanx
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| Angle the fire, control the desire
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| To destroy Babylon I’d rather reach for the higher
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| Reflect, respect, rebuild an alliance
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| Turnin' concrete jungles to paths to Mt. Zion
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| On and on, ‘cause the wise words will never stop
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| And use my intelligence…
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| Now let’s get it all in perspective
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| What’s the higher level if your shit ain’t real?
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| The way I give back is through the knowledge in my raps
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| I use my intelligence…
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| Now let’s get it all in perspective
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| What’s the higher level
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| Once fertile, now sand
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| So I understand the gritty
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| Peepin' through the dust cloud, blurs of my city
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| Riddle my memories
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| I exceptionally hold it down for G-O-Ds
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| Mic it for better ring
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| Cipher on better things
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| Twelve jewels supreme
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| Find cause with the whips and rings
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| From the Ab' I sing
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| So you’ll never get me twisted with the rapper kings
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| Panther piss on the prowl
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| And son the god run things and that’s everlasting
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| Silence is golden and my lyrics are bling
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| I camouflage as a mortal, and return with more swing
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| Stargate controller just tapped my ox wings
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| Megacharge yo and tangle with Zeus' bolts
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| Chuckin' these rhyme quotes
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| Chokin' these boars with mad volts
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| Soakin' the rays, dispel from the haze
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| Open your ears and eyes
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| And let peace ride the wave
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| Let’s go
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| On and on, ‘cause the wise words will never stop
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| And use my intelligence…
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| Now let’s get it all in perspective
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| What’s the higher level if your shit ain’t real?
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| The way I give back is through the knowledge in my raps
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| I use my intelligence…
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| Now let’s get it all in perspective
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| What’s the higher level if your shit ain’t real?
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| Is that hip-hop you doin'?
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| Where’s your culture? |
| Ha-ha!
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| It is time for you to recognize those who’ve come before you
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| Because the world is in a masquerade if you dare
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| To the DJ to the J to the S-1
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| Thank you for a resurrection
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| Peace to the gods
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| And remember the world keeps spinnin'
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| And the DJ keeps bringin'
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| A sissy is a sissy is a sissy |