| This land is mine, God gave this land to me
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| This brave and ancient land to me
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| And when the…
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| Pop
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| Uh
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| Hot shit
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| Pop shit
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| Uh yeah
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| One, two, oh, oh, oh
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| Wooo
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| Yeah
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| Mm
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| Now when the pen hits the pad
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| Things start happening
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| Major freak of nature
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| All pro for splattering
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| My chattering is patterned
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| Disease is what I greed
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| In excess of trees —
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| A lavish home is all I need
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| Oh
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| The so exquisite prolific gent
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| Is here to present
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| My testament at all closed-circuit events
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| Respect the essence and build on my landfill
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| I’m so ill like the film, «Time To Kill» real
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| To real service for clarity in its best form
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| Above the norm but to my culture stay sworn
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| To my duties in-laws
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| To Refresh all y’all
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| With the greatest of songs that can never go wrong
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| To the next now
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| Back and forth realizing
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| What you been missin' in lyrical exercising
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| It’s no surprising that I’m bringing the goods
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| Swinging the wood like Pujols
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| Prepare for a new host
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| Crowd pleasa register off the meter
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| You know the business
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| Keep it live
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| I’m transmittin live with the hardcore style
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| Focus Daily
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| My platform’s stacked with choice invoice
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| Strapped with a vocal approach considered moist
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| Duncan hines rhymes
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| Brownie points for the incline
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| I’m inclined to dip your whole shine
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| Tarnished your garments, pop your ornaments
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| Slice your spinners
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| And embarrass you in tournaments
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| Don’t forget when I first stepped on the scene
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| The boisterous, glorious
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| Furious with a scheme of themes
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| Lethal in fact
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| Styles come in stacks of tens
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| Infamous like tapes from Backspin
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| Captain of the ship
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| Buckaroo banzai
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| Master of the sword like Li Mu Bai
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| In it for the cash, and the flash, and the gusto
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| Must flow impressively to rake in the dough
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| Take it all in breathe and stop
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| Take a minute to reflect as I take it from the top
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| Crowd pleasa register off the meter
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| You know the business
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| Keep it live
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| I’m transmittin live with the hardcore style
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| I’m headed for the Triple Crown
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| World renowned
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| All purpose for the sprint
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| Breakin shit up into fragments
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| The dude, quick to eat up your food
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| And rude manners
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| Kill? |
| with my daily planner
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| The unflappable, hard like granite
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| Granted with the gift that’ll spread across the planet
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| Lace the future with sound like '89
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| '99 the last year hip hop had it’s time
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| (true dat)
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| Advertise myself, but never dramatize
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| Like Homicide. |
| Some will rise on my social life
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| I’m well-spoken like speakers at charities
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| Narratives that’ll give pop off and shattering
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| (woo)
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| Straight action packed jumping through windows
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| Car bombs and hoes and beats that explode
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| Crowd pleasa
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| Register off the meter
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| You know the business
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| Keep it live
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| I’m transmittin live with the hardcore style
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| Crowd pleasa
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| Register off the meter
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| You know the business
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| Keep it live |