| Now for the record, I’m a professional
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| Making my word known, dropping over the metronome
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| Hopping over the norm to the rank of the Prose
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| Taking you on a journey to where civilization arose
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| The nine principles of Hieroglyphics lore exist to be
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| Those that added a twist to hip hop history
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| Excelling that swelling at a rate
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| You can’t hold back, might as well collaborate
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| And make it better forever and never ceasin'
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| At least, I’m gonna do what I wanna do
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| And get my piece of the pie
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| This Hieroglyphic high priest speaks from my third eye
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| Never learned nothing from Greece
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| It’s easy to bite and steal
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| But once you come amongst those with heightened skill
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| You get frightened
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| Mics and the likes of me
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| Create ice in the hearts of the average MC
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| And with my counterparts
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| My thoughts are massed to the juggernaut force
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| You better not horse around with, come and get drowned
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| In the rhythm I found
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| And stuck wit it through the thick and thin
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| While some just withered away
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| I’m in this for permanent prominence
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| Turning it out, my presence is ominous
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| Blessed in my destiny rest in each
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| Syllable and the particular way it dress the beat |