| We mean business
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| When we bout this
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| We ain’t monotonous
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| When we rock this
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| We take it seriously
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| Ain’t no mystery
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| We notchin one in history
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| See its literally lyrically serious
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| This is mind penetration
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| Through rhyme concentrated
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| Word use administration
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| And abrasive education
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| Sixth sense illumination
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| On reconciliation
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| Put the cross placement
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| With the cross over placement
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| So cautiously
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| I approach the mic without apostasy
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| Its costing me
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| Every proper due from fellow emcees
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| But these be
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| More than just rhymes and punch lines to me
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| Seriously we have no time for playing lyrically
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| At least we don’t and that’s a money back guarantee
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| Cause people need
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| More than entertainment from the industry
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| So many lives
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| Depending on lies
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| So too many die
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| Cause too many high
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| And not many try
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| To live a life beyond self
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| Chasing status and wealth
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| Using excuses how you came up
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| For records to sell
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| The stories you tell
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| Done been told in so many ways
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| The only diference
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| Is your platinum shackles and iced out chains
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| So ignorantly
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| You keep them loving mentel slavery
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| They wanna be free
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| But you ignore responsibility
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| Ignorantly
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| You keep them loving mental slavery
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| They wanna be free
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| But you ignore responsibility
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| Yo we make an orangutan with lipstick on
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| Recite these words and sing this song
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| No drugs or pills that i be on
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| Scratch and sniff my provolone
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| The place im at i so belong
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| Glad to be here thank you glad you could make it
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| Ain’t nobody took it where we bout to take it
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| We so serious hip skip bounce to be us
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| My voluptuous style make you chew up my style
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| Lunitic rippin up the tile
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| Fact or fable
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| Tools of necessity a mic and a turntable
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| Plunder like a pirate that’s what people are called
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| Who steal cable deal under the table
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| With these flows we drop bombs like after eatin 3 cinnabons
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| Upon my head this mantle been put upon
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| Not the exploding kind the kind that enlighten the throne i sit upon
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| Shinning light in clear you need to get upon
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| Check the head of this nail you hit upon
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| Times a wastin don’t get me wrong
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| We at the end of this song |