| What to say about that
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| This beat, this mine, refuse to fall flat
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| Death calls me, I refuse to call back
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| Refuge in the love, I give to give back
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| What to say about that
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| This beat, this mine, refuse to fall flat
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| Death calls me, I refuse to call back
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| Refuge in the love, I give to give back
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| Give back to the man who seeks the tip top
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| The mountain, pen express again
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| The feelings as I ride the rhythm and then pen’ll collide
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| By the sounds of the ocean, with devotion
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| Cause I can and I will
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| Make my dreams come to life overnight underground
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| Over waves and which way the wind speaks through my leaves and through my bark
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| I’m a covenant to my ark
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| As the nightlark claps
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| And the croak is loud, when I spit it to my crowd
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| And I’m feeling real proud when I get my claps
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| My maps, I store maps, got it by angels, not Google
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| When I Google with angels
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| I’m doing my duty, expressing mangled voices inside my brain
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| You can see the veins pop out
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| On the side of my head when I’m struggling inward
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| So make that known, I take no
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| actors have none
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| Ask one mothafucka on the street with a real life
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| I’m a real guy, real nice, get real deep in it
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| Hands up an old friend, oh man
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| I’ma be okay, ole, okay
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| I’m on to the next excitement in my life
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| And I’m a tyrant with enlightenment in the pilot seat
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| So fly on, fly on
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| Why ask why when you got a god, just walk on
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| Just walk on, so fly
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| So fly, fly on, fly on
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| Why ask why when you got a god, just walk on to the sunset
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| I’ma be on
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| What to say about that
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| This beat, this mine, refuse to fall flat
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| Death calls me, I refuse to call back
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| Refuge in the love, I give to give back
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| What to say about that
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| This beat, this mine, refuse to fall flat
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| Death calls me, I refuse to call back
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| Refuge in the love, I give to give back
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| What to say about that
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| This beat, this mine, refuse to fall flat
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| Death calls me, I refuse to call back
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| Refuge in the love, I give to give back
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| What to say about that
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| This beat, this mine, refuse to fall flat
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| Death calls me, I refuse to call back
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| Refuge in the love, I give to give back
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| Now put your hands up
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| Now put your hands up
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| Now put 'em up, just put 'em up
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| Just put 'em up, high
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| Put 'em up, just put 'em up
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| Just put 'em up, high |