| All I need is a beat, with a continuous loop
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| And a live vibe, that’ll hypnotize like the flute
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| Along with something that’s rugged by nature like the forest
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| Composed like the symphony without a chorus
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| A place with the path and trail that you follow
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| With the wood, where you drive your nails, but too hollow
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| Far from reality, with a slim chance of getting back
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| Even if you narrowly escape the hidden traps
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| Nothing but the driven raps written in my notebook
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| Inspired by the cap and the gown, that’s on the coat hook
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| Prepare for the chemical rush, something new to cause
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| Your heart to bass, but it’s tangible to touch
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| Associate with those who are consumed with beats
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| Produce fire, until they melt the room with heat
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| You know my ink lay all over the sheets, let us/letters gather around
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| And form words, every time they meet
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| Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality
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| Father, then after that, there’s the G-O-D
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| He or Her, I Islam, then Justice
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| King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist
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| Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power’s the Queen
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| Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same
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| Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y
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| Zig Zag Zig, and now we’re back home
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| I brought butter for the popcorn, dip for the chips
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| And ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip
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| Corrections for mishaps, errors, or mistakes
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| Fly raps for beats, and pop and lock for breaks
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| A legend in my own lifetime, from one rhyme
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| That was specially designed, from the hook to bottom line
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| Shine’s like a precious jewel, cut up in the workshop
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| With specialized handcrafted tools
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| Couldn’t buy this hardware, so don’t swipe your card there
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| Better yet, fold your hand, 'cause you holding the wrong pair
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| One hit wonders, get a little shine like flashlights
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| But when I drop the bomb and explode like gas pipes
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| A livewire, known as the dragon that spit fire
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| Verbal action, hot as the grease from deep fryers
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| Delivered in the perfect pitch, because hip hop
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| Is all in my genes/jeans, the pattern is seen in every stitch
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| Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality
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| Father, then after that, there’s the G-O-D
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| He or Her, I Islam, then Justice
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| King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist
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| Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power’s the Queen
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| Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same
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| Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y
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| Zig Zag Zig, and now we’re back home |