| Ayo, the hotter the summer, the cooler the fall
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| The lesser you stress her, the quicker she call
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| Now whether you short, or whether she tall
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| The later you bust, the louder she bawl
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| Now that was for them, this is for y’all
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| The more for the little store, the less for the mall
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| The smarter your plan, the better for all
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| You fail in the plan, you plannin' to fall
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| United we stand, divided we fall
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| The quicker they come, the harder they fall
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| You straddle the fence, pickin' a brawl
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| You loved by none, hated by all
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| See eloquent words, never the wise
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| Keeping it simple, teaching it real
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| Live by the sword, die by the sword
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| Swinging for justice, fuck how you feel
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| Rappers with deals, tuck in they shines
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| Fuck the chains, I’m talkin' 'bout rhymes
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| Maybe they got 'em and maybe they don’t
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| Maybe they spit 'em and maybe they won’t
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| Nevertheless, fuckin' with mine
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| Never the best, better with time
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| Movin' the body, sparkin' the mind
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| Keepin' the real heads pressin' rewind
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| I feel good! |
| Ahoooooooo! |
| About Hip-Hop! |
| (x4)
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| I feel good!
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| Ayo, you feelin' the song, you happy it’s yours
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| You diggin' the cadence, you heard it before
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| You know it’s been freaked by many emcees
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| Maybe ya Kool Keith or maybe it’s Breeze
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| Maybe ya Flava Flav or maybe it’s Meli Mel
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| Or Maybe it’s Run or maybe it’s L. L
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| I’m makin' it mine, ya dissin' it fine
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| Don’t take it too personal, it’s only a rhyme
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| A minute has passed, a sucker was born
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| One minute you’re here, next minute you’re gone
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| If you can predict the shit I’mma say
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| Initial my name, you know that it’s justice
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| I saw your mistake, don’t take it too far
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| Take kindness for weakness, the man for a star
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| With either extreme, you’re mentally dead
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| Take heed to the words, J-Live has just spoken
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| Ya did it again, you thought I was jokin'
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| You tryin' to fix, but you know it is broken
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| You need to sit back, nod your head to the track
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| And check out the lyrics so you can react
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| Like this!
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| Okay, just relax, get very comfortable
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| Relax, trust me, close your eyes, now just listen for a moment
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| Listen to the sounds of the room around you
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| Remember that you are in a studio, a recording studio
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| With your name on one mat
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| You’re in the mic booth, you look around
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| It’s one huge empty mic booth
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| You notice that the walls are painted in black
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| The mic is black, the windows tinted black
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| And all you can see is a very old computer screen
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| Five letters flashing on and off
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| You can barely see what the letters spell
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| You lean closer to the screen, the letters become clearer
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| And the word is RHYME
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| Ayo I’m trapped in the mind of a mad man literally
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| It’s not a metaphor kid, pay attention
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| Reporting to you live from this first dimension
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| In the real crowded room, I just want some attention
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| It’s pitch black then bright, like high beams at night
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| The silence of the noise is deafenin' to hear
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| My life long mission is to jock for position
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| But I can’t tell if I’m in the front or the rear
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| Formless I don’t know if I’m a circle or square
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| Let alone solid, liquid, or air
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| I’m completing myself
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| But can’t confirm or deny if I’m actually here
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| That’s quite a fucked-up predicament, yeah
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| I fell at home but I gotta escape
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| This paradox in a box, I’m intent to solve this mystery
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| I’m made up of dreams and nightmares
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| Soliloquies, dialogues, arguments
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| Fantasies, memories, imagery, symmetry, alcohol, history
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| Love, life, death, joy, remorse and sympathy
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| Actions, wishes, reactin' and hopin'
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| But everytime the beat comes on the door opens
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| The out-of-our-body experience is showing me
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| Jettin' from the exit, the entrance, the outlet
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| I’m traveling through veins, blood vessels and muscle tissue
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| Till it goes pitch black, and I still don’t know if I’m out yet
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| I wake up from the blackout, finish with the race
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| Confined in a two-dimensional blank space
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| Looking back on my original birth place
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| Now taking the shape of a young black face
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| Parts of my physical rerased and replaced
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| What was sight and sound is now feel and taste
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| I **tal a fruit punch laced with toothpaste
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| I’m shot from a cannon with amazing grace
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| My identity revealed with the mystery solved
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| I see my purpose in life as I travel through time
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| Ridin' the beat through audio wires recording and air
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| Waves ear and minds, I’m a J-Live rhyme |