| I zone out, this could take a second
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| They say an idle mind is a dangerous weapon
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| So I pull my thoughts out the back of my head
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| And I could hear my mentor Sam and everything he said
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| Voice resonatin' telling me they always hatin'
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| Nothin' you could do about it but continue making
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| Music from the heart, don’t just tell’em how you feel
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| Be a Guru in your time, give’em Mass Appeal
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| I’m sittin' there with my pen and my pad
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| With a blank stare with the pen in my hand
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| See I can’t think and I’m really stressin'
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| And I feel like if I blink I’m a miss the lesson
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| I rip the pages out my composition
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| I keep my rhymes Fab, ain’t no competition
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| Guess its time to listen, just vibe with me
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| Music is euphoria, get high with me
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| Let it settle in inhale slow
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| Let the ashes burn with the tempo
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| If you’re rappin' you could learn from limbo
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| It’s not all about the punches like Kimbo
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| Slice, this is my night
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| Me and the sound board the studio lights
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| What am I down for? |
| A room full of life
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| See I rather be loved than my posts gettin' liked, right?
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| We reached a time where lyrics didn’t matter
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| There was no substance, man what a disaster
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| But I’m glad that it’s back where it needs to be
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| Cuz I need this music more than sleepers need a dream
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| Real talk and the path hasn’t changed since I took that walk
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| You can give me concrete and a piece of chalk
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| And with my thoughts I can cover your entire block
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| No metaphor, when I was 13 didn’t know what I met her for
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| But now I know, still ain’t married to the game
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| Cuz she’s acting like a ho still flirtin' with these lames |