| This is diabolical fun with psychological implications
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| You better run or end while I raise the temperature 'til I melt the sun
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| Maturity is a gift
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| Of course I’m the number one imploring the masses lift their hands 'til we
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| stand as one of floating relationships
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| The mainstream swallowed some, the others have yet to quit
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| The sand shows our time has come, what will we do with it?
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| Gotta work for what you want, respect is a privilege, not a right for
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| simpletons just imitating tv
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| Hurt your pride attempting this, I make it look so easy
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| To be a lyricist takes diligence, believe me
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| The food I now harvest had to start out as seedlings
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| Staying rooted’s the hardest part of being emcees
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| Losing ourselves as artists happens ‘cause fame is tempting
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| Just stay cautious about how you approach things
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| At times I feel nauseous ‘cause this industry’s disgusting
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| Never be too trusting, keep your eyes open
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| Be aware of your surroundings, never lose focus
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| ‘cause a human being nothing is just waiting on the locus
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| But a human being something eventually is noticed
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| Sick of seeing all the suffering, that’s why my heart wrote this
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| I’m intent on rediscovering the path to where hope is
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| The revolution’s bubbling and those that don’t know it will have a hard time
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| recovering when the machine is broken
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| The truth has been spoken, now we gotta make it happen
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| I’m done with the joking, my generation needs some action
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| Enough with the party-going and obsession with fashion
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| ‘cause when brilliance is flowing, it’s a reflection of passion
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| Pain is flowing through the veins of the masses
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| ‘cause the game’s ignoring the brains of the masses
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| At the rate I’m going, you should have your seatbelts fastened
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| Or fold the cards you’re holding when these egos start crashing
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| Hope my legacy matches the rhythm of the drum
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| Sparking survival tactics for followers to come
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| I calculate my reactions to shape what I’ve become
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| ‘cause my back has taken some lashes from tryna touch the sun
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| I’m tired of climbing ladders, reaching for endless rung
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| There’s no need for mindless chatter, most heroes are unsung
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| Of course I’m flattered but my job here is not done
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| And I won’t stop attacking 'til the battle is won |