| Expanding the depth of your brainpower
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| Ours is a better gift, not to be bragging nor lollygagging
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| I can see dimensions of sound and light around my mic
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| Transmitting lyrics like teletype
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| Reacting to a beat in a whisper
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| And like a transistor, I’m sounding dope when I’m crisper
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| The shortest length between two points is a straight line
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| I’ve gotta take mine, I heard it through the grapevine
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| That some can’t find hype lines (hype lines…)
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| And so I’m smothering, over my prey I am hovering
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| Suckers I’m shoving at the same time covering
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| You with the blanket of some language that’s distinguished
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| How swift can I get? |
| You ask and I’ll tell
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| For I can excel real well like a gazelle
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| Past your head, I’m grabbin' abstract thought
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| Like some gain glory, while others get no part
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| I feel for the hurt ones, the victims of wrong deeds
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| Awareness is key, our people have strong needs
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| Science, math, history, theology
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| Philosophy, psychology, English and biology
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| Et cetera, and all of these have a purpose
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| But genocide makes me nervous
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| So many questions, many opinions to mention
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| And damn… this jam’s beyond comprehension
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| Like planets in orbit, we ride the life cycle
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| Some take a rifle on the street 'cause it seems neat
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| Whatever turns you on I guess, that’s why vests are in season
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| I’ll do my show then I’m leavin'
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| I’d rather be blastin' dope sounds on the other side of town
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| Than be there when they close the place down
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| But anyway, everyday, there’s another way
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| For a person to just flip, so a brother may
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| Simply go buckwild, get crazy and mad
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| I know the struggle my father had
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| Poetry it comes from within, and will always win
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| Hold captive bodies from end to end
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| And at a party, I’ll survey then slay with the quickness
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| Displaying the fitness
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| Easing the mind and relieving the tension
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| And singing my own song, that’s beyond comprehension |