| Rhyme to the rhythm
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| When I slip in to the zone
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| And zero deep into the groove
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| So as to astonish my opponents
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| When I’m on it like I own it
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| Make the whole galaxy go nuts
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| Script and held ya deep within a different world
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| Like Lisa Bonet on D’Wayne Wayne mane
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| Never plain, stained brains
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| Strive to elevate from here
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| Not just to simply maintain
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| To the bang bang boogie watch my spirit bling bling
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| I don’t need no chains or jewelry
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| I don’t need a dang thing
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| Hang, rappers like a noose
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| That don’t produce another product
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| It’s my soul’s interpretation
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| If you want it, here I got it
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| Only so much time allotted
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| Many thoughts that must be jotted
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| Clearing out the minds are clotted
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| Not I’m writing on some 'Pac shit
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| In the month of August, take a break out to the farthest region
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| On my rocket ship now y’all MC’s can eat my stardust
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| See the crew I rep is Quannum
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| Y’all the bench, we the starters
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| We the meal, the main course
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| For your belly, y’all some toddlers
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| Keep it modest, dope and honest
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| I don’t claim to be the hardest Killer, wit' a gun, I really
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| Only wanna be a artist
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| Travel the entire novice, global trotter
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| Got a lot a proper type of sharper, riper, Ahnken conscious here to offer
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| In the middle of the sky, you see my trail, a glimpse just passing
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| Middle of the night, it’s dusty, yet it’s clear
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| Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid
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| For some psychedelic clarity to breath within the madness
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| When you’re out and you’re far away from home
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| And your heart and your mind, they start to roam
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| Falling out from the night to spark the zone
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| Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned
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| When you’re out and you’re far away from home
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| And your heart and your mind, they start to roam
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| Falling out from the night to spark the zone
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| Seeing trails from the night that got you stoned
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| Left the planet Earth to get a wider life perspective
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| On the bigger picture, now I’m steady cruising through the nebula
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| Headed out to Mars, where souls and minds are more connected
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| Build with elders, how to conquer ignorance
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| The mighty predator
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| I be the cosmic editor
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| And when it rains, I let it pour
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| And if I’m short on tour, I guess I’ll be the lyric peddler
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| I’m deadly with the medley
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| Steady, ready with the metaphor
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| MC’s are R.I.P. |
| if they love life, then why they set it for?
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| Headed for your head, it’s gonna erupt, I’m blowing up
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| And popping, this it’s court I be the judge and jury
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| With the Johnny Cochran
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| Savvy, plus I hit the cabby green up really often
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| When I’m rocking like I rock it now, stopping is not an option
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| Powered by a force inside, that never will run out of ammo
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| Used to build with Pharaohs, riding through the desert on a camel
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| Ran into a camel by the name of Joe, thought he was wacko
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| All he did was smile and pose and get my folks hooked on tobacco
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| I crackle as I rap, and pro attack a slacker
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| Never clever, sever heads
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| I’m clever, yes, I’ll never dread a battle
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| If they white, they put their thumbs up, a black fist if it’s a Afro
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| In the Bay I’m hella tight and plus I’m filthy in Seattle
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| In the middle of the sky, you see my trail, a glimpse just passing
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| Middle of the night, it’s dusty, yet it’s clear
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| Like as if you was dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid
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| For some psychedelic clarity to breath amongst the madness |