| Yo, allow me to introduce, allow me to redirect your views
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| Allow me to reconnect the roots, ready shoot
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| Stick and move, flicking ciggies at the suits
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| I got too much soul to be fitting in them boots
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| Could be the love of lifestyle, rhyme or coin
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| But whether I’m here to light, write or buy the joint
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| The fuck you sweating on my final choice
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| Aussie rules baby, fact is, my goals is beside the point
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| You dig? |
| I’m deep, they shovel you shit by the week
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| We speak, we mean something, they sheep, they just bleat
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| The chase and foreverlutionaries link
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| We steady the ship, these motherfuckers look ready to sink
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| And elsewhere, i’ll see that they dealt fair
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| Beat 'em in life, die, meet 'em in hell, and beat 'em as well there
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| Can I get a hell yea (hell yea)
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| Fuck bel air, the fresh prince of m e l’s in here, and
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| I ain’t in it for the fame, I’m in it for the love
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| I ain’t into getting framed, I ain’t into getting cuffed
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| Y’all already know the name, we came get it done
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| This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above
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| Ayo it’s obvious
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| There’s plenty of half wits that are more popular
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| But ain’t too many artists that could open up your oculars
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| Yo what it is
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| Went from anonymous to eponymous to bombing shit
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| To this posish where ain’t nobody stopping us
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| All aboard the rocket ship
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| I’m taking y’all to outer space
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| I display astounding grace while haters eating sour grapes
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| This is for my people feeling out of place
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| I’m working on another album mate so grab your calendar and count the days
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| Time’s ticking on simpleton rhyme spitters
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| The wickedest bi-linguist my lyrics worth five figures
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| Some people think that it’s hard to define brilliance
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| But I find the definition reflected in my mirror
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| Don’t mean to brag and boast
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| But we’re ripping the maddest quotes
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| The difference 'tween a panadol and sniffing on a gram of coke
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| Consider this the antidote to the anti-dope
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| Kicking cannon balls at ya cantaloupe now adios yo I’m a ghost
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| I ain’t in it for the fame, I’m in it for the love
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| I ain’t into getting framed, I ain’t into getting cuffed
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| Y’all already know the name, we came get it done
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| This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above
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| Up and at 'em, my body nothing but a vessel
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| Use to wonder what would happen
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| Once the dust had come to settle
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| But for now I’ll probably down a couple red bulls
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| Help a brother butter up his mental
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| And rush in another schedule
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| I’m running amongst the madness, rusty has-beens
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| Asking «who's that fucker Tuka? |
| Snatchy, he raps in funny accents»
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| Wants some monkey magic
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| Suck on my banana
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| While I fly on carpets
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| Munging cactus with my pack of mayan shamans
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| Lion hearted, enlighten darknesss, my mind is universal
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| Catch me chatting with tiny martians
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| In hybrid human circles, my life’s a music journal
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| Inspired by buddha sticks and stupid shit
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| I’m kinda quirky, like a stanley kubrick flick
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| (The voice of god) I join the dots
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| Like manuva and tuna fish, who is it?
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| Holler at your boy, get in tune with it
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| Dropped it like it’s nuclear, I’m getting suited up
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| Thundakats and Illy on smash from here to Jupiter
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| I ain’t in it for the fame, I’m in it for the love
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| I ain’t into getting framed, I ain’t into getting cuffed
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| Y’all already know the name, we came get it done
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| This is dope, fresh, fly shit, all the above |