| We the ones that make you feel right
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| You need to open up your eyes and see delight
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| I’m at ease when I’m next to my keys
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| Not the narcotic
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| The Ensoniq ASR-X is my symphonic weapon
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| Stepping to these creations is like attempting to scale the Appalachian
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| Mountains
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| It’s damn near impossible
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| Without rigid preparation and lots of pull
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| Delight
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| Profound lyrics spit into mics
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| Irresistible to bite on stage
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| The instrumental incites the freestyle
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| Fake MC’s bust written raps
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| Pupils dilatin
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| Agonizing forgetting raps
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| While I’m shining intensely
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| Reflecting off the Hieroglyphic shield
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| For real
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| Reinventing hip hop
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| Open up your eyes and see delight
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| You better open up your eyes and see delight
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| It go, Cancer the crab is my zodiac sign
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| F.L. |
| is the crew, I’mma let my light shine
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| We multi-faceted, feel good pharmacist at this
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| Now listen to the lyricist cease
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| And desist so we can leave em deceased
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| If not stressed till they suicidial
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| I ingest the mic
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| Just a test of sound
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| If I impressed, see delight on my face
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| In the place of mess
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| First Light
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| The recipe for Saucee, serves you right
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| You can ask Martini and Rossi
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| You don’t wanna grapple with that bullshit
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| I’ll pull a rabbit out my hat if I wanted trick
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| Open up your eyes and see delight
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| You better open up your eyes and see delight
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| What are you doing?
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| You’re confused like a hermaphrodite
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| Rapping like this one or that one won’t get you capped at night
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| Or shanked in the morning sun
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| At the venue
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| If you continue to disregard these warnings
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| Running into some problems
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| Mic to mic, you must resuscitate
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| Life in your mental state
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| Trife when we infiltrate
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| Tonight the light is felt
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| Like encountering an asteroid belt
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| You gets pelted, welted up
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| Face is green like a Celtic or Wimbly stadium
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| Center court
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| No back support
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| You just a gelatin skeleton
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| Lyric like a elephant tranquilizer
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| Impeding your development
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| I’m runnin amuck, dumb fucks
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| And gunning 'em up
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| They awe-struck by the light like deer
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| Game for the hunter, predator
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| Ready to taste blood
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| So blaze up a blunt and pass that shit here
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| Yeah, they need light like photosynthesis
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| Biting sentences
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| Witness to thee inventiveness
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| That you can’t resist
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| Painful like a pistol whipping
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| Niggas is tripping they get dissed
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| I mind my business which is this
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| Ripping microphones
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| Scratching suckers off my list
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| With speed
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| A level that you can’t exceed
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| I give the people what they want
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| You need to take heed
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| You know
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| Uhhhh!!!
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| First Light |