| My style has no birth record
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| You might know when my record was born
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| And how I played my favorite classics till the needles was gone
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| And truth say, you might know how my moms pushed in '76
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| Turned my world view inside out and one day
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| But this goes back further than that, further than rap
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| Before that first hospital slap
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| Way beyond the confines of joy and pain
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| Further than pride and shame
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| Older than the foundation of the food chain
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| To bore the understanding of an equal cypher
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| With the consistency of daylight, I shine so bright
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| I check 1,2 but I ain’t talking about no mic
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| I check 1,2 and calculate the science of life
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| To add things right and take care of my business
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| Allowing me to handle my pleasure like a pirate does treasure
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| My rhymes are burried too deep to measure by the sands of the hourglass
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| In otherwords built to last
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| (Hook)
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| I keep it timeless because I take my time with it
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| Respect goes out to civilized and committed
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| Cuz once you hear the capital J, rap it’ll stay
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| With you for awhile and it won’t go away
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| I keep it timeless because I do my thing
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| Regardless of the stress that your life might bring
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| Cuz once you hear the capital J, rap it’ll stay
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| With you for awhile and it won’t go away
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| What do you do when you got 20 2-minute tasks and 10 minutes to deal with it
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| And for the first 5 you bullshitted
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| The scenario really best describes our folks
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| Its like devils got plans and niggas got jokes
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| Like an underdog team got hopes, but
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| Hoop dream buzzer-beaters choke when y’all triple team point guards go nuts
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| Power corrupts
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| And its a shame cuz the hardest working squad gets left with the donut
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| The front runners say «so what?»
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| They can’t back their home team cuz they got no guts
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| And high scorers check stats but they still have yet to win
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| Plus tomorrow they’ll be riding the bench once again, you see
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| In this game I’m not trying to be the M.V.P
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| Cuz the enemy’s the clock and the referee
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| Because its obvious the world is out of order
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| I hope you wake up cuz we in the fourth quarter y’all.Timeless
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| (Hook)
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| Who pays dues plus sales tax
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| Just to paint a picture with a thousand words
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| Only to find out your visions is blurred
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| Its absurd but still I observe
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| How the brilliance of Blackness is missed when a sights unheard
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| As old rhyme styles fester like dreams deferred
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| New styles just might shine at God’s speed indeed
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| But some still wear the mask that grins and lies
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| Hides cheeks and shades eyes but I’m not suprised
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| It’s no disguise cuz my five eyes remain all wise
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| No excuse cuz the innocent is still down south, no escape
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| We remain robbed, killed and raped
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| Till you take back your mind and extract the lies
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| But until then, I still utilize my pen
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| To lead the lamb from the slaughter and a horse to the water
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| Continuing the face the stress of lifes test
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| With rhymes that impress the best cuz my mind is timeless
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| (Hook) |