| Each day a new step up the stairway to heaven
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| To get closer to God, I intersect with my brethren
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| Spirit is pure, I get a headache from Excedrin
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| Existentially essential
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| I send chills up your spine to your mind, baby girl
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| They say we worldwide
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| That’s not a lie to 83rd (ya heard?)
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| You’re at 1900
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| Did my first song as a youngin'
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| Shit was bumpin'
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| You ain’t saying nothin'
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| We come a long way-
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| Ask my hombre
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| Even in Mexico they be like «there he go»
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| My rhymes is illegible but still legendary
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| And lines as impressions in time, you can’t compare me, no
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| My style is aboriginal, indigenous
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| Infinite, you digging this
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| Limitless
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| Crush all digital worlds
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| With my evolution
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| Conflict climax resolution
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| Intricate, no illusions
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| Phest test your Teflon, it’s like DEFCON 4
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| War at the Pentagon
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| But we kept on course
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| 60 kilos from Tokyo and slept on the floor
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| At the train station, the promoter shagged us
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| Til we stole his passport and burned that shit in Melbourne, Australia
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| Put the towel by the door, lit the paraphernalia
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| Laced up the cables on the maplenut
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| Quarter tops popping butterscotch pale ale on ya
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| Your Champagne fairytale’s a farce
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| You can’t live in that fancy car when your advance is gone
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| I compose the score; |
| what you think the doja’s for?
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| Flows the core, make ‘em feel so secure
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| And my Connoisseurship sure hit
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| Entrepreneurship
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| With a McCormick aimed at your orifice
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| While I sword fish on Hollywood to cordless
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| Paint portraits of polyphonic orchestras
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| Can I spell it out for ya, let me put it in words
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| It go «I know, you can never step to this
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| Hiero»
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| As if y’all didn’t know
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| Y’all real but y’all ain’t spittin' tho
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| Now put your hands where your halo at
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| Put your hands where your halo at
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| You need to bust you some moves, cat, pick a verb
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| It go «Hiero, y’all can never step to this»
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| Ah, finally up in this bitch
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| All praise is due to most magnificent
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| I know
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| Told you all along to stick to the script
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| You read the end of the book
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| Before you got to know the characters
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| Cut the whole school year and tried to snatch the teacher’s notes (ha!)
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| Now the heat of my speech scorch your soul
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| Before it reach your throat to speak a quote to misquote
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| Tropical scenes
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| Third optical scene
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| I was caught in between the plot and the scheme
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| But it worked in my favor
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| The perpetrator got lost in the dream
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| It didn’t cost me a thing that I could possibly think of
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| At the eleventh hour
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| Where i could hear another’s power getting louder
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| Stretching farther
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| Investing all up into what we into
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| Begin to begin newer knowledge we gained from what we’ve been through
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| Non-traditional bomb your visual
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| Charm your chicken to when you call she dissin' you
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| I’m a cold man with a hot temper
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| Pot gripper, overseas spot ripper
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| Hennessy rot liver
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| What you got, nigga?
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| Nothing for us
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| A-Plus, Superman, why you mad I’m crushing Lois?
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| Get the cold shoulder and some icy elbows
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| Hiero’s the reason on them nights when hell froze
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| We gonna shake you down to your Timbs, Nikes, your shelltoes
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| Using our hymns, we connect like an elbow
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| Elocute and elicit the illicit to any who listen
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| It’s recognition, this is what you missin'
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| Our expeditions is for expositions
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| An acquisition of extra riches
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| It’s big business and we been did this
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| Well shit, they know that, now put your hand where your halo at
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| Can I spell it out for ya, let me put it in words
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| It go «I know, you can never step to this
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| Hiero»
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| As if y’all didn’t know
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| Y’all real but y’all ain’t spittin' tho
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| Now put your hands where your halo at
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| Put your hands where your halo at
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| You need to bust you some moves, cat, pick a verb
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| It go «Hiero, y’all can never step to this» |