| With a mic in my hand
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| I’m number one in the chain of command
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| And it was all planned beforehand
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| I stand corrected and perfected the styles you call grand
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| Evolve and solve, involve the small band
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| My crew, the click, that blew the brick wall down
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| Internationally renown, the hki ball ground
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| All crowned, the big band, the dogg pound
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| Just a small amount of money and plenty of raw sound
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| It’s all round the city, the word on the street
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| We can rock you with a midi, and turn on the beat
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| Put down a word on a sheet of paper in my sleep
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| And shape a syllable to complete the skyscraper
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| Of the mind, with minerals and elements designed
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| On a blue print at the back of my head
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| When i rhymed and bled sweat, tears and flames
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| Caged on a burned bed
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| And reclined as the stage turned red
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| When i perform there’s exactly seven ways to understand
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| What’s going on, the way i deviate and break the norm
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| The way i storm the stage, you’re caught in a cage
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| I left every last member of the audience engaged
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| I’m enraged flipping sm58 with ease
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| Gripping, raising fees, the minimum wage in a freeze
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| I seize the moment, but time flees when i foment
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| Lyrics of fury captivating minds like an omen
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| No men can stop the force of the big band unleashed
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| Three man deaconry, father metro high priest
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| Mind east, body west, north and south we get blessed
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| My five piece is loaded with a manifest
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| Four clicks before the gunshot
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| Get my motherfucking gat strapped for the mugshot
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| The thug shot, we burn the fonque out the buckshot
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| And get the crickets and mosquitos for the bugshot
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| Yo it’s a coup d’tat, we bringin' you the star spangled black
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| Blue dakar, you want to ride with us to paris
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| Move the car, the charismatic johnson blew the bar
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| That’s when their jaws drop, what the fuck, and who the star now?
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| We on the radio and in the record stores
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| Catching eighty old men every week, in record scores
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| Our record falls in a category all of its own
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| All of it’s grown like an allegory, all of it’s blown up
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| And hyped, making heads bop, then stop to say that shit is tight
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| Let’s drop it and wrap it up for the night
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| Despite my shortcomings, more rhymes are forthcoming
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| Four times, a short running, i rocked the sport stunning heads
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| Helsinki to frankfurt, fill in the blank word
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| If i’m not number one or two, i’m ranked third
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| Helsinki to frankfurt, fill in the blank word
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| If i’m not number one or two, i’m ranked third |