| Dear diarrhea I be droppin' some shit
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| But not journals and memoirs, lines and bars
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| I stretch my hands out to reach for the stars
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| I’m makin' plans now to live on Mars
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| Cause I got Earth on lock
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| See my mind is like a muse to a paper
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| Cause I’m used to a paper-drawn blank
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| Till it’s got me to think
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| And I just dip it in my think tank
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| Fill it with ink and
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| Run straight through the lines cause I can’t be stopped
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| Impose my will on words even if they won’t
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| For example I make words rhyme even when they don’t
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| With the ample vocabulary even with the quote
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| I make it mind on mind till I’m done with it
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| Cause I had fun with it
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| Pick it up and run with it
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| Score it and spike it and
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| Don’t take a second to figure out you like it
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| And if you think you can find a match then strike it
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| It won’t ignite, cause it can’t fill my Nikes
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| With the man made lake and the dam and the dyke
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| And the canal it still can’t float quite like
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| This natural feel brake your move make it night
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| Cause my mic sound right even when I write like this
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| I get up in the zone like a super saiyan
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| Sayin' sayin' sayin' sayin' super humans
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| Wan to say them over drunk n' sober
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| Mere mortals make a mission out of mixin' me
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| With masterpieces just so they can bring them home and play them over
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| I dip into theory till I catch diptheria, it’s scarier then waiting to exhale
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| You must know by the time I tap keys
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| With relative ease I’ll be contemplating my next tale
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| I stay steps ahead thinkin' about the reps ahead
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| By the time you cluin' in it’s your rep I’m movin' in
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| It’s like a double pen both side screwin' in
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| Your foot in your mouth and my foot in your rear end
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| I wanna get to the point where I don’t gotta to crush the competition
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| Just because they wanna see my style
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| I’m tryin' to get to the level where the rebels see the power of my empire
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| And decide wait a while
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| Let me explain, this is expository while they shut themselves out
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| To open arms and harms way shook by what dreams made
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| Force themselves upon pawns screamin Ippon
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| That’s why they rapids run shallow and my ponds are far gone
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| Cool like cal gone just back from california and lands beyond
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| Lettin' foreigners hear my songs and back to spawn some more
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| Some on, some on, some lost, some in, some out, all in without a doubt
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| Some rise by sunrise, while some guys
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| Try to summarize those that walk and fall but can’t crawl
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| See I’m hip to a critic, cause they hypocritic
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| Its critical to what I’m kickin, just a little bit political
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| So consider this a PSA from USA to UK
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| Say what you wanna say
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| But if you wanna say what everybody else is gonna say
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| Just remember don’t play games with J |